Рут — Деньги деньги деньги!

Hello, hello, who's calling? This is death in poverty speaking My card balance is the scariest horror Bank notifications — the worst jump scare No matter how hard I try, all we need is Money, money, money, money, money, money

I don't look at the price tags — I still won't have enough How much money means, but where do I get it I don't need much — just enough to live and eat But year after year the situation gets worse And I take a loan to pay off a loan That later of course I'll have nothing to cover with And I can't stop digging this hole While I'm trying to stay afloat — everything around gets more expensive

My card balance is the scariest horror Bank notifications — the worst jump scare No matter how hard I try, all we need is Money, money, money, money, money, money

Everything has its price And I pay and pay for it all in full Will anything be left for me

Digits on the card, like quotes from VK So hard to find and so easy to lose them Collectors and cats clawing at my soul Hopes will shatter — eternity can wait I feel guilt, a prisoner inside myself I can't carry myself, paving my own way to the bottom I can't buy time, can't borrow emotions All resources sold out — the author can only sleep

My card balance is the scariest horror Bank notifications — the worst jump scare No matter how hard I try, all we need is Money, money, money, money, money, money Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah Everything has its price And I pay and pay for it all in full Will anything be left for me