Egotistical Narcissists 歌词

Everything seems calm It's just a discomfort Routine remains boring (repetitive) People look at each other strangely The media Bodies on the sidewalks Empty wakes Masked children Natural entertainment Some creator (of the virus) Smiles proudly Or cries of regret Or hides foolishness Discomfort bothers you Everyone around feels the same It can't be just a malaise What did I do to deserve this? Six hundred seventy-one thousand lost lives I can't breathe It's getting dark It's so cold, I hear voices The plague slowly climbs my bed! Is it the end?!