[Skit]
The term "protest singer".. never really spoke to me
I also don't know, if you'll ask me who is a "protest singer"
I think that there are singers that are writing their songs and they are writing about life, and about different aspects in life

[Verse]
Sometimes the sea is quiet and there are no waves
And the frustration surrounds you in circles
Eventually you get used to everything, eventually you don't get surprised
One day they love you, and in the other they are disgusted by you
Driving with sticks in my wheels
Between a mad mob, screaming—waving flags
So many questions, and no one to answer
But everyone has an opinion and a solution, everyone is a genius
They didn't to anything, but they are proud
Play it like they are individuals, but they are the same
I see them taking credit for other's work
It depresses me, but what can I say—this is life
A stomping world, tradition and legacy
Energetic face expression is needed in front of the web
They are giving a hand to this destruction and devastation
The all day in front of this shitty laptop
What happened to flash and blood relations
What happened to contacting like humans
This whole world is in a continuous loop of sarcasm and buzz
Living through Facebook and Whatsapp, fuck
Is it possible? I'm an alien, is it possible?
The selfish gene hitting with no mercy
I was born to work, to fight
To criticize, to the defend instead of observing
And I'm not a smartass, I'm an idiot
I don't read "Ma'ariv" or "Yediot"
I don't see reality through the news
But somehow living like everybody with concerns about
What will happen to us, what will be with us
Who is with us, who is against us, what we took, what is ours
Maybe a psycho will decide that he is sick of us, will send a missile that will blow us all away
Maybe the main point is missed, maybe all of the energy is wasted
Someone ask the Europeans how it feels to live with silence and peace, we only have stress and craziness
Advancement that is damaging my soul
Giant screens, a flying antenna
And meanwhile in the general sector, ants are working—worshiping everything that kills us
Capitalism, underworld, lands field
Pawns, politics and wars
And there is no chance that we could buy apartments
And there is no one to vote for in the elections
They buy us with a little bit of "Kapara" and "Habibi"
I don't believe to no one, especially not to Bibi
We know how to complain, and hate, but we are the stupid ones because who fucking chose them?
Israeli arrogance, know better than everybody
And fuck the rest of the world because we are the chosen one
The holy land, dripping milk and honey
Slaves fantasize over the end of the week
And sometimes everything seems the same, the winter isn't over
A dripping routine that is leaving me with a bitter taste about life
I only want to taste another win
Living between excess ambitions and insecurity
For a lot years, living the sessions
Working at night, while everybody is sleeping
Sometimes there is no chance to advance
Dead tired, unable to fall asleep
Seasons are passing, "Tishrei" and than "Kislev"
Happiness will integrate with sadness
How inside this race I didn't notice
A stupid world, every idiot becomes a celebrity
Sometimes all of the stares are on me
I want to get noticed, but mad when they talk about me
Good luck changing people, take the alienation from them
By burning tobacco, you won't burn the frustration
And try to stay very cool
Crying in my heart, missing the oldschool
And in the next door life, everything is so easy
And only I'm stupid, mad and frustrated
Waiting for the salvation to knock on my door
Sometimes everything collapses, and I fall again, crying like a child
Digging and wondering, ransoming and praying
Sometimes just getting angry and swearing
I have a chance to be saved
There is no chance that I will apologize for who I am, and what I am
For my truth, for my access weight, my lisping and my bracelet
And there is room to learn from every mistake
I want to see clearly even when there is no visibility
There is a long journey ahead, school for identity
This is ebb and flow