Как мне плохо

Bitterness is like a constant aftertaste, as if salt was poured into the tea instead of sugar. And everyone seems to be smiling, posing, playing “everything is fine,” but behind this makeup sticks out fatigue, traced with stupid tattoos and Akan smoke. The laughter here sounds false, like a bad joke that is repeated too often. And at some point the fun stops being funny, and the cards start revealing things that no one wanted to see.

Music, lyrics - ALL POSSIBLE, CRUVELL