mimimi - Coockoo

I’ll be there with someone else

You’ll be there with someone else

Deprived

I’m not looking, I am tough

Hope, this battle worth enough

To fight for or this party has no sense

Time is grim, it’s running out

No knock-outs in seven rounds

No pride

It would be sad to realize

That we were not the killing kinds

You were right

This party has no sense

We try to break each other

Can you?

I can’t

We’re gonna sweep each other

But in the end