Weesp - Sales&profits lyrics

I cut the cords, I broke the mould, The weak hits the strong. Pitch your soul for a paper smell, There're things not for sale As monkey king rules the world Noone will try to understand. And puppet cuts threads, beauty of ugly soul Will grow more. I'm so tired to hide trying to keep eyes closed why You so f**ing hate all I love. Can't you see that means everything to me? I won't let you destroy all I love, no I won't.