I Hate Reviews

Every day i pass time on the net,
Because you know i need to have reviews
Every day i give to all my adress,
Because i know:i'll find an interview…
Every day i'm walking down the streets,
Because i know: i have to find new gigs
Every day i die or maybe i'm bad
You' ve understood,you don't give a shit

In every thousand people one
Maybe know what i want to say
In every thousand people one
Maybe asks:who's the band who play?
To support this pressure think:
Is this hell or the way i've taken?
To support this pressure wait
Or maybe is better if i go away.