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I can’t forget the things you have done
You chose your way
This price you shall pay
Our time has just begun
Hold your tongue, no more lying / It’s my turn to speak
Fist clenched in the darkness / This cut goes too deep

Dead Rose
My heart filled with pain
Dead Rose
My head filled with hate

I won’t forget the things you have done
Death is real, no more hiding
Can you feel its embrace?
Tired of watching you dying
Your mind lost its way

Dead Rose
My heart filled with pain
Dead Rose
My head filled with hate
No More
When nothing’s the same
Dead Rose
You withered away and now it’s time to say goodnight

Father, why have you cursed me with this pain?
Your son has shed his skin
Brother, I lost my way within the darkness
Buried in roses

He doesn’t see her, and she gets by.
He doesn’t see her, and he doesn’t try.
She goes on livin’, and he’s never there.
Isn’t it funny how little men care?

She calls her mama, and talks for a while.
She talks to Mama, pretending to smile.
She watches TV, and sleeps in her chair.
Isn’t it funny how little men care?

She gave her youth to him
Without thinkin’ twice.
Then he walked out on her
And ruined her life.

I never noticed those lines in her face.
I never noticed, but she’s showin’ age.
She’s knittin’ sweaters that no one will wear.
Isn’t it funny how little men care?

Isn’t it funny how little . . . men care?

Dry crossing up the holy five hate
Your cousin is my hobby free throw
I’d toss my calling card but I’d hate to make a baby feel slow
Nope, bro, there’s lots of answers to shit
Like the numbing that you feel is real, then pain grows
You’ll get for what you asked
Patience is the lane I mate with case closed

If I fall, will you be there to catch me now?
Catch me now or…
If I fall, will you be there to show me how
Show me how I’ve fallen?

All cranky in a blanket with a lazy eye
Same pigeon that was shitting on the other guy
Why yo fitness need a witness?
I too can cook a bunch of little meals

Friend, make my life
I picked ’em up and clipped their hype
It was the tamest type the little bitch couldn’t listen
I flipped it up and twisted night
Into a padded white room
Bitch named “Kristen”

I will run laps around you, around you
Go on, try, tug me back to you, but I’ll fly
Guess they were right
No way to drag your body and make up the time
So I’ll focus on mine, not gonna hold me down I’m leaving you behind

Won’t say that you’re better
Won’t sell you a better lie
Won’t tell you etcetera
Won’t say that you’re doing fine
If your life never turns around
If you should die tomorrow or the week after next
I know that I will be safe and sound
I won’t be there cleaning up all the mess

All cranky in a blanket with a lazy eye
Same pigeon that was shitting on the other guy
Why yo fitness need a witness?
I too can cook a bunch of little meals

I felt my body craving the oxygen from ancient wasteland aching
I wanna be the man with the bacon
Make a light reveal the only stake in
Fakeness, fucked

I will run laps around you, around you
Go on, try, tug me back to you, but I’ll fly
Guess they were right
No way to drag your body and make up the time
So I’ll focus on mine, not gonna hold me down I’m leaving you behind

I don’t even fucking feel nobody
I don’t even fucking feel nobody
I keep sucking up the feeling that it’s all a waste
And I’m just waiting in a body

Black cat, brown rat
Face off vs. fruit bat
The greatest fight we’ve seen yet
Immaculate tact
Green clam, yellow lamb
Fight purple face ram
Bets are in it’s not a scam
Find out who wins
It’s just an animal, ass whoop
Show

Puppy dog had an accident
Damn it, mammal
Kangaroo cracks its dick in half
The crowd sprayed crimson
Shark dad ate a baby calf
You still like burgers
Clip clop, clip clip clop
Horse comes out and beats your parents up

Going away, vacation
Going away, vacation

I don’t even fucking feel nobody
I don’t even fucking feel nobody
I keep sucking up the feeling that it’s all a waste
And I’m just waiting in a body

Blue dog, red frog
Face off vs. big hog
Balancing on wet logs
Swamp bog, thick fog
Gray duck, white beaver
Fight golden retriever
One has meat cleaver nick named “Life Eater”

Get me out
All your self-commendations
Don’t face me now
I’d rather be blind to my malformations
Don’t tell me I act like a child, I grew up in a basement
Practicing a smile, practicing a smile

Ride in the hammock with a bleeding fist
My white sides splitting like the ironic
Cucked little critter from the boards
I sniff around on triggering the weeb racists
Both sides are shit, both sides are flipped
Ripped off the jaw of the idealist
Pick from one of any, fantasy pipe dreams

It never was compatible but something made it flammable
We were young and so jealous and we let it all go to waste
Don’t bother having a conscience
Now stuff our life into bags

We were young and so jealous and we let it all
Fake the smallest version of myself
Can’t shake this moment inside of my head

Dunk in shame and sink into my shell
And play it over and over again until the favors end
Sit around and waiting, thinking how you’re treated
Feeling like you’re fading
Complaining and wasting away
I slip the sloppy g’day, the drink is always amazed
At how much I would like to let it control me

I make a pact with my friends we’ll never lose a game again
Unless the shots I take are served from the bar
I’m about to dunk
You’re telling me I’m the chosen one (but I’m stuck inside a funk)
But lately I’ve been the frozen one (I’m scared of getting punked)
You’re telling me I’m the chosen one (so I’ll become a drunk)
But lately I’ve been the frozen one

Stop that you ain’t no friend of mine
We don’t believe your lies
Go on and live your life
Running out the back door

Stop no need to apologize
No way to make it right
Go on and live your life
Running out the back door

It was never compatible but something made it flammable
We were young and so jealous and we let it all go to waste
Don’t bother having a conscience
Now stuff our life into bags

We were young and so jealous and we let it all
Fake the smallest version of myself
Can’t shake this moment inside of my head

Dunk in shame and sink into my shell
And play it over and over again until the favors end
Sit around and waiting, thinking how you’re treated
Feeling like you’re fading
Complaining and wasting away