and all i can say is ✕ everyone ~ all you can hear

and all i can say is fuck everything. fuck everyone. fuck everything. fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck everything. i wanted to help... i wanted to help (not too sure i can handle it), to save people’s lives. realized i’m not good enough. harmony’s dead, the chords are dissonant. scream what you think. because nobody’s listening. this is not art, this noise that you sing. fuck everyone, shut the fuck up and fuck everything. --- boastin’ on the mic like my name was richard pryor some malt liquor in my system make me feel higher back in the days, chuck t’s was my attire, fly shit check out sly’s shit when it drops, i don’t go pop, hip-hop shit, so cut the nonsense when i drop this priceless shit so fake rappers catch crisis when i mic this, bring the guitars and the amps, and turn it louder than a bomb, i represent, feelin’ live again. --- so i was born to live for a few seconds. can i make something precious? limited time. don’t remember what i was before... appearance on the storyboard – only one meaning: a lot of noise and a very bright light after that darkness. so let’s repeat once more. change. --- everything’s different. everyone changes but me. i don’t why i’m feeling this cold lately. lie to myself that this is my last cigarette. i will regret it definitely maybe. --- ascund tot ce să știi aș vrea ascund tot ce să știi aș vrea și sap un joc din neștiință și mă provoc să cad în gol că nu sunt cea mai sinceră ființă. -- i release the best of me to find worst. what an ugly beast i am. you admit it? i release myself and it really hurts. stop being me. stop it. --- ne-au prins într-o pânză de hârtie, ne-au cusut buzele cu o frânghie, fi-veți de folos, sta-veți unde-ați fost, pentru încă o vecie. cu lacrimi și sudori am rupt hârtia, și cu mintea am depănat frânghia, fi-vom liberi noi, cu sau fără voi, spală-ne-vom fața de noroi! --- reach into the void we are the product of some experiment from the shadows of the change in the end we stand alone reaching for ways out of this dream cut up the part for the illusion we are so desperate for a way --- our deep mind no limit knows, our thoughts are high as the bright sun. i have no reason to suppose that sacred feelings are all gone. --- hold on to your dream, it’s never too late. although it may seem you’re losing this game. just give what you’ve got, believe in yourself and someday you’ll have your story to tell. video: maxim baraliuc (operator) lilian gudumac (color grade) arina yurikina (smoke machine) sergey budich (director of photography, lighting) andrew spencer (editing)