Спокойн ночх

Иисус страдал за наши грехи
дядя Йе, Иисус внутряка, страдает за свои
Все мы немного Канье Уэст значит

без вас ютьюб был бы другим

What have I become?
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know goes away
In the end

And you could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt

I wear this crown of thorns
Upon my liar's chair
Full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair

Beneath the stains of time
The feelings disappear
You are someone else
I'm still right here