Paktofonika - Nie ma mnie dla nikogo

There is no me for nobody...
There is no me for nobody...
You know it, no?

(Rahim)
Because readily available systematically
Real life live
I am settling the matter rage
As usual new will butt in
My head make cloudy
They will often throw off balance
With time
It influences me tediously
Alarmingly
With the multitude cause stressfully
You know, in the continuous rush, of run,
Of men in the street of the row,
With time in the mistake. Detail!
Amongst tough rules
And on the snow tracks
Of human parade
dimmed dinners
Obsession to the exaggeration
Work, walking stick, house, lectures
Pals and composition above compositions
Super undercoats, interviews, next stages
The entire myriads of these issues
I would can't cope without the auto-suggestion
To settle of the ones from of the ones being in my management
Crammed into the template of the monotony
As in Diablo.
Freed from the agony
In the predicament of the problem depths
In unceasing pursuit of the peace
With spent time in two
When moods are creating sentimental hits
When I know what I am standing on
One's
Sorrows to partners for shoulder I am soothing
I am bullying the inner paranoia
And I am becoming involved in a treadmill
First of all I am splitting myself
I am fixing purposes
Then triple
I am not turning aside from the way
Outside territory of action I am not violating
I am quoting the meaning of my absence
Out of necessity of cutting off from reality
Because the taste of freedom is sketching
Skeleton of the life disregarding the tendency
To the elaborateness
Up to the spiritual old age
I am announcing all and towards
There is no me for the mankind


(Mag)
I want to have a peace
In of stress situations
Of multitude
I am like the ship zadokowany
In the dock
From one and a half years
Of nobody on the view
Only sounds hip hopu
On the ninth floor in the block
Yes between us
One-on-one with plates
Nobody will give it to me
What it will just give to me
I am examining ground under feet
Where for me whore with shoes
These are as Koontza whispers
Heard behind ears
Still alone as the finger
It well isn't predicting
The stranger like the eighth passenger of the travel
With million
Over a distance area of of the Earth scattered
Here alienated strangers are communing
People
What it has to be?
I am asking
What's that supposed to mean?
It isn't possible to forgive enemies it
Unfortunately
Everything has it priorities
Vis pistol and Vis pistol with the door
From the room to the planet
Ladies and gentlemen
They are so what are bending over backwards
As if everyone were in league
Until for as far as oneself one from second will make aware
What they everyone are petty-minded
As far as to throw up they want
The one who it knows whore
Specked life like with pigeon shit
Boulevard
He will do the same as I
He/she will go with own way
Apart from the shadow
There is with me no nobody

(Fokus)
In air there to be a smell of a Heineken
When I am saying goodbye to the problem
Room for of the ones what in the room are
One-on-one with it sound with system
I know that sometimes it is hard to be a Superman
When crammed under pressure
the stress is of action with area
I know these sleepless nights as you
In order to at dawn
To trick complicated issues from new
With plan like with the battering ram
Exactly I know it
I have the same
Exhausted thoughts
I know it, emotion associated with it is well-known to me
What's up?
Not-sayed dreams
Forgotten because I didn't wait until in turns
Belief
They after some blow won't get up
What's up?
With time silly question, no?
Beacon, falling into mania
Life diametrically different from it on-screen
The struggle for survival
And combining
He is leading me into the state where the determination is
They are tiring many situations which quickly they are tiring
For many moves which serve nothing
Much for many actions which are demolishing everything
Which badly they are predicting
The same as the calm before the storm
And are lying as dogs
Talking bullshit three after three
Hey, hey, hey run
It was necessary to think when
After the fact tears flooded eyes for you
Still for seven days
Where this dream they are dreaming
This way so I want you day from the level of the armchair
From wnętrzy M3
I welcome you, day ungrateful
Here by this second disadvantage of the rainbow
I welcome without flowers of armfuls
Without reservations
Day which before me he is stacking up
Even bigger
Shadow above inner world
I welcome, at least day by day clumsier
This gesture is nobody will help me
You know how he is tiring
Thinking about the state of affairs
You know how he is like .. , when someone's act is contradicting someone's words
You know how to treat it
But is cutting it
THC skyrockets
As two blades of swords
At the moment I am fighting
And I am growling at smoking
You also want believe I
I will deliver the shield to you
Perhaps I won't be enough
But I will be right
There is apart from you no me for nobody