Vadim first subtitled and released this music video back in 2019. Sadly, there were some grammar and capitalization errors, as well as a subtitle being misaligned with the video. I have fully redone the subtitles and here’s a newly remastered version. Also, the quality of the video is now 4K, instead of the previous full HD version.

We’ve also opened up a form for requests for translations. Please see the following page for more info: https://snowcalmth.com/requests/

Music video with subtitles

Official lyrics:

Michael?
Uh, yeah.
Right this way, please, Michael.
What can I do for you today?
I just need something to take this edge off and I’ll be on my way.
Well, I can’t just give them to you.
What the f**k, why not?
Why don’t you take a seat and we’ll have a little chat.
Every single day, it breaks me to pieces.
I tasted defeat at the feet of my demons.
I’m such a f*****g waste of achievement.
I should put this trigger to my brain and just squeeze it.
‘Cause, Lord, I know I ain’t been no saint.
But tell me what I did to deserve this pain.
Tell me, what I did to deserve this hurt?
When all I ever did was put everybody first.
And how does that make you feel?
These days I just don’t feel s**t.
I don’t feel a thing at all, I don’t feel like I exist.
That’s why I need my fix, so I can just feel something.
How do you describe the word empty?
Try describing the word nothing!
Wait, f**k that, use my name as the definition.
Write it on my forehead: defective, out of commission.
I’m sick of it. Losing myself, I’m sick of it.
Check my fingerprints, you’ll see how little the percentage is.
I’ve given it my all.
I’ve given it my all. and so much more
But everybody is still walking out that door.
I’ve given it my all.
It’s getting to the point where it’s sad as f**k.
I’ve given it my all, but it’s not enough.
The sleeping pills don’t work. The healing pills don’t work.
I still feel pain with the pain pills, now those same pills don’t work.
If I don’t get a couple of Percs (Percocet), I’m about to go berserk.
I swear to god nobody can fix this s**t, not even the church.
Now tell me what good would a pastor do, except be mad at you?
Then tell you that you’ve sinned a bunch of times, but I’ve forgiven you.
You know they won’t admit it, and god himself has forbid it.
but it’s probably still just half of all the s**t the priest committed.
And how does that mak-
Ask me one more f*****g time, how the f**k I feel.
Imma f*****g lose my mind, step aside, I need the pills.
Step aside I need the Xannys (Xanax).
Step aside, I need the Vicodin.
And I’ll be on my way, so I can just get back my life again.
You do not give a s**t, stop pretending, stop lying.
‘Cause to you, I’m just a cheque, b***h, just a dollar sign.
Another vacay (vacation) with the kids, hubby couldn’t be prouder.
And all you had to was ask me how I feel for an hour.
See that’s the problem with pretentious technicalities.
You preach insanity and then expect my weekly salary?
So, tell me who’s the crazy person now, b***h.
And yet you think you’re qualified to treat me? S**t!
I’ve given it my all.
I’ve given it my all and so much more.
But everybody is still walking out that door.
I’ve given it my all.
It’s getting to the point where it’s sad as f**k.
I’ve given it my all, but it’s not enough.
It’s not enough.
Man, I came up a long way.
Just a young Jozi (Johannesburg) Nigga.
Bullet at my temple.
Afraid I might pull this trigger.
This f*****g anxiety.
F*****g anxiety!
My demons are calling and saying that they want whatever is inside of me.
Imma give it to them.
H**l yeah!
Imma give them all of it.
Used to be a smooth operator.
Now it’s the opposite.
Anxiety!
Oh, big time.
Anxiety, yeah.
I feel it swimming through my veins,
I’m afraid I might get the blade, make a slit and let the blood spill out.
Anxiety!
Oh, big time!
Anxiety!