Стишок второй: «Suffering...»

Let me sleep, let me die, let me leave it all aside: An hour of rest and I'll feel best, But atleast, don't be least, DON'T WAKE UP THE F#UCKING BEAST. Let's conquest, forget the rest And sing it all without regrets! We're stuck, in the life We're gears and other stuff: We do job, we wake up, We may sleep, sometimes outside... Maybe some day, without delay, We will get up from our knees, We'll get freedom, all we need, But the world would be greed...