Let's paint a portrait for the pain
I can't afford you anyway
You can't escape me, refuse to dry
What's yours is yours, your's is mine
When the world is not good enough
You drag me in it anyway
I said, why the hell we're standing here?
It's just a matter of taste
You can't have what you want, what you want
You don't want what you have, what you have
So, create
You look towards future, pour champagne
Shatter the crystal clear message
And you can berate me, worthless try
So complicating, your disguise
So the world is not good enough
You drag me in it anyway
I said, why the hell we're standing here?
It's just a matter of taste
You can't have what you want, what you want
You don't want what you have, what you have
So, create
Freedom, yeah, fuck, you
Freedom, yeah, fuck, you