R.Snts - Long Live The Survival

Dear diary
Today I woke up in the midst of a dark and colorful cloud
At five o'clock in the morning
Soon I felt suffocated
I found myself in a deplorable state
And I realized I had
A plastic bag on my head
Floating Flammable Floods
I was in a coloring park
Unrivalled view of multiple images
From the surface

Blue clouds
Baby I'm choking
Choking slowly getting into confusing

I have a plastic bag on my head
I walk around with a lot of dexterity
I've got a plastic bag on my head
That's the new style in our heads

Small mistakes with big consequences
Small errors within the system
Small mistakes with big consequences
Small errors within the system, within the system
We eat plastic
Long live
The survival
We eat plastic
Long live
The survival

Scissors, scissors rain
They cut off my epiglottis
But I'm still resisting
Warriors don't fall so easily
It's not my fault if I got confused
Punctured punches rip my pure, naked skin
Voices convince me to give up
Everybody wants to kill me
With well forged weapons
They dilated me into a thousand parts like cold dark animals
I still try to get away from here

I have a plastic bag on my head
I walk around with a lot of dexterity
I've got a plastic bag on my head
That's the new style in our heads

Small mistakes with big consequences
Small errors within the system, no no no no

Small mistakes with big consequences
Small errors within the system, within the system
We eat plastic
Long live
The survival
We eat plastic
Long live
The survival