Letra da Música: Tie - Apple Polishers

I wake up this morning and there's nothing but the same, nothing but the same, nothing but the same.
I look to the mirror, there's a blackhead on my face.
Oh, my fucking face, oh my ugly face.

I pick up my tie, there's nothing to understand, nothing to complain, gotta work again.
On the traffic jam, I think that life is just a game, but there's no end, but there's no end.

Oh, my plastic life, I don't wanna die.
Custom-made life, I just cannot cry.[2x]
I see the fireworks celebrating a new year, oh, just one more year, another promise to hear.

I look to the mirror, there's a blackhead on my face
Oh, my fucking face, oh my ugly face.