You feel that your life is neither good, nor bad
It brings to you some fun and disappointment
But with all your mind you will never understand
That you're actually only the middling of men
For every day when you go to the work
There are only damnations, fillin' your mind
Fools all around don't make you writhe in jerks
'cause you're a man of the similar kind
[chorus:] [2x]
You're lost in the suburb of Hell
Your days are flowin' in boredom and no chance to blaze
Your dull friends are cursed to be mentally blind
You think you're happy, but can't realize
What's this life? - The livin' hell and for you there's no way out
And finally - your life draws the line of the end
The Scales weigh the meaning of your worthless soul
And in an other new life you can't choose all again
'cause by mean joke you doomed to be the middling of souls
You're lost in the suburb of Hell
You're lost in the suburb of Hell
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