Текст песни Violence for hurley - II

If I could I would have just cried with all his might
to spit out the lungs, heart, kidneys
empty eye sockets uncomplicated view of the world after
and can see the fucking truth that everyone wants to find
who impregnated with melancholy
as it sits in each cell, and each neuron in each
who has not achieved what he wanted in the 15 and 20 knew that he was quite another need

to make it quieter, more sun, sneakers narrower
that people do not kill each other and their children,
you just want it to cook breakfast in the morning
wake kiss lashes touching cheeks,
be happy, give happiness, joy
but not
cat curled around the Soviet battery in a tangle,
disorder, shabby walls, loneliness, disgusting.