Few Years to Live

Some kind of pill's gonna pick us up
('cause) a brand new skin embellishes the scum.
All sorts of trick will be taken but
wherever we cling they'll always find us
crouched around a fake masterplan.
You neither know the real amends,
as positivity becomes a bet
and all what they offer brings more than
a simple way die (X3), not for me but for each other.
Brother, you have no chance with me.
Stay away from these few years to live.
Coward, you're still confusing me
(so) why don't you go and have fun with someone else?
'cause everything that I built as defence
has gone and left me under
debris of post-humanity,
modern in all it uses to be.
Brother, I admit that you succeed
in spreading the cult of conformity,
(but) remember you have no chance with me. No.
Why don't you show them my mistakes?
Yes, they complain but the wrong way,
soldiers like you in every move.
Crouched around a fake masterplan. Gone.
Still crouched and passive, from here to eternity.
Brother, you have no chance with me.
Back-off from these few years to live.
Coward, you are not confusing me.
Stay away from me and my years to bleed.
Brother, I hate you more than all,
I know you kill so then do it!
Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it!
Don't you show the whole of your mistakes?
This time it's up to you and
it will be stronger than suffocating.