I tried, to break free of that feeling of not being wanted
And I failed a thousand times, but I tried
I put weights on my back and then I fell
I lost blood from my nose and I stood up again
But at twenty I ask myself if I’m not too tired
If what I need is what I wished for
And if I day I’ll manage to truly be accomplished
And I’m afraid

And you, stay a hand breadth from my ass, you asshole
I choose to be one, always, and one only
Touch the sky and go back to eat the asphalt
I’ve cried sometimes, but that won’t stop me
I want my ransom

And you, stay a hand breadth from my ass, you asshole
I choose to be one, always, and one only
Touch the sky and go back to eat the asphalt
In the namе of the father, the son and thе holy spirit

Ah, ah, ah, hey
In the name of the father, the son and the holy spirit
Ah, ah, ah, hey
In the name of the father, the son and the holy spirit
Ah, ah, ah, hey
In the name of the father, the son and the holy spirit
Ah, ah, ah, hey
In the name of the father, the son and the holy spirit

Hey, make space, make a lot of it
The world isn’t enough right now, the stage isn’t enough
They called me all sorts of names, even a coward
I died more than a thousand times, never in vain
You, tell me what you’re hiding, what’s in your palm?
Why do you say I’m crazy after you looked at me?
If you think I’ve changed, that I am someone else
You didn’t understand shit, so why are you looking at me?

You, stay a hand breadth from my ass, I repeat
I choose to look beyond what I can see
I won’t forget my past, won’t deny it
Hit hard, I won’t fall either way, I’ll stay on my feet
Ah ah

You, stay a hand breadth from my ass, you asshole
I choose to be one, always, and one only
Touch the sky and go back to eat the asphalt
In the name of the father, the son and the holy spirit

Ah, ah, ah, hey
In the name of the father, the son and the holy spirit
Ah, ah, ah, hey
In the name of the father, the son and the holy spirit
Ah, ah, ah, hey
In the name of the father, the son and the holy spirit
Ah, ah, ah, hey
In the name of the father, the son and the holy spirit

Hey, for what I lived
The time I’ve thrown away
You thought I was dead, and then I was reborn
Did they ever tell you, what being an artist’s about?
About everything I’ve lost, I’ve sacrificed
About not having a voice, of being breathless
About having a thousand people waiting for you to mess up
Knowing every missed step will be accounted for
And I often ask myself if I’ve only been lucky
And the movement of my anger never passes
I hope my past will be taken away by sheets
It’s crazy, this man is crazy, ask yourself why I do it
In the name of the father, the son and the holy spirit