Misery

I’ve heard there was a time, when living was so easy
You don’t even had to sleep
Looking out behind your shoulder
You just had to bend down to pick up money
Was I too naive to believe, or did I think «what's beating him»?
What kind of treason makes me blind in this reality?
You say, you think you are a fucking bad boy but
Did you live in misery?
Instead of talking about what you’ve got
Think about what you are…
Every whisper on the wind, they were only lies
Now I’ve got to be deaf if I wanna survive
Huston we may have a problem don’t you know
'Cause I waste my time, painting it all black
You say, you think you are a fucking bad boy but
Did you live in misery?
Instead of talking about what you’ve got
Think about what you are
The fear of the unknown makes you stay in your bed
Even if, you see everything is getting worse
Now tell me the truth, am I talking a little about you?