Nagły atak spawacza - Akt Łaski

Yes, yes, yes? Mom, you're telling me we're living badly
It's just a reaction, we're repenting
I wake up very early and light a cigarette
I look through a window, there's dew everywhere outside
Another gray day for reflection and thoughts
Am I ever going to free myself from my own shadow?
I know it's bad, you think I'm having it fucking good
When I open the fridge and there's fucking emptiness
Everyone is telling me — man, just till tomorrow
Everyone is telling me — man, just till tomorrow
There's always a day tomorrow and surely something will happen
And I have to sit on my ass and dream in silence
That the hour will come — the hour of liberation
But how many suffering will happen till then
How much blood, how many unnecessary tears
And here comes another assigment and instinctive bullet in the head
Target eliminated, bank transfer
Life motto created through fight
System fucked us up so we're going to get back at it
Man, go fucking away, I won't lend you for a booze*
Because my mother is terribly sick
And you want money — for fuck's sake, man
You really don't know the rules around here
I can't have pity for every person
Cause they are a potential target
I'll get the money, I'll get the money, mom
You'll get it tomorrow morning
And don't ask me if it's legal
Because it's not legal but it's profitable
Consequences aren't a problem, worse with stings of remorse
They're setting up in pairs everyday in my head
And I can't fucking think and I can't look into the future
Cause I see there only primitive masculinity
Lack of fineness while taking someone's life
And cheap hotels for temporary hide out
So I'm leaving, mom, and please, don't you cry
So I'm leaving, mom, and please, don't you cry
It'll give you nothing, you won't understand it
Just as me, you're not feeling the warm blood
On the trousers, jacket and fucking face
I'm getting rid of another societal disease
I'm a doctor that destroys infection
And some misterious shadows are moping behind me
Mom, for fuck's sake, psychiatrist won't help here
They're the ones who need help, cause they see problem everywhere
I need to hunt, constantly walk down the street
There's too much of dead silence inside the house
That's my profession and even without the papers
I can eliminate the worst degenerates
Politicians in debt and rich desperates
They're giving me money and I'm erasing their brothers
That's what they pay me for and am I worse than them
Look, mom, we have more and more cash
I am the bad one — explain to me
There are only few days left

And we will get away, I promise you
You'll deepest dream will finally come true
I'll get the money for your operation
Tonight I have arranged some job
Don't cry mom, you'll be alive
My soul will be the one burning in hell
Doctors are saying repeatedly that those are expensive operations
They cost as much as vacation on Cyprus
They treat as garbage, unnecessary waste
But dear mom, we'll get away from this cage
Any fucking fund for sure won't help us
They know how to waste offered money
Double accounts are already blocked
And every trace is precisely erased
Lay down mom, you can't get nervous
Or you'll never stop being sick
Give me a pillow, I will really help you
For what I'm going to do, I apologize to you God
Lay calmly mom, it won't last long
Fuck, my shirt is all wet
This is 9 mm, it fucking crushed the head bones
Sleep well mom, the end of suffering
The hour of your liberation came
And that wasn't a murder, it was an act of mercy
During the night I dreamt of beautiful Angel of the Lord
He was inviting us over and saying it'll be beautiful
There won't be any worries cause we'll be in Heaven
You know what, mom? I think I'll go too
I'm asking you for one thing... Just forgive me... (shot)

* "jabol" means extremely cheap and quite strong wine