Through the hills not very far
Off the hills not far away
Back to where it all did start In a chain of dull mistakes

Got it made and pressed the bar Jumped above it,
tried to pray
Botox cheeks,forgotten smiles
Tore apart whatever clays

I’m a hero,
I’m a Tzar Tucked precisely,
shaven well Point at them,
they crashed that car Rise beyond and make them pay
Joined a forum, told them “Hear, You are foolish, dumb and young” Say what you’re supposed to say It’s a formal turn away

Turn away
Turn away Turn away
Turn away