My head rushes for a long time
Mindless signs
A never-ending dictate of lethargy
I would like to quit the job
You're always poorly paid here
You get the job done quickly into the bad situation
In circumstances of this kind
And in my freethinkers' association
There is no skimping on resentment
You are always in the bad mood
In relationships In situations of this kind
The interests become broader
Almost synchronous with the figure
Oh yes, so many things need to be satisfied
In circumstances of this kind
You see you see how everything is changing here
How it is falling apart around us layer by layer
Get the thinking out of your head
We survived all of this
I would gladly give up the job
You're always poorly paid here
You get into trouble very quickly
In circumstances like this
And our freethinkers' association
It's finally figured out
These psychoses are more brilliant
Than initially assumed

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