Denied my application? I´m not a slave of your institution You want a weapon of mass destruction? I´ll give you a demonstration
Oh by the way, there are no money makers on this record This time I´m exploring the loser´s point of view Never mind the term It´s a renegade breakdown
I don´t want your advice on how to elaborate my speech I have no interest in your political agenda Your intentions fluctuate like the stock market Your masquerade is grotesque Your style, over calculated
The uglier I feel, the better my lyrics get And I feel disgraceful whenever you´re around I thought I saw you taking a picture last night So give me something to remember
Your pointless opinion, I couldn´t care less How do you come up with such meaninglessness Your cheap headlines, your lazy writing I wonder how it feels for you to sit around all day
I´ll tell it to your face, for once and for all My life is anti-strategic Lying between comic and tragic
M´approchant doucement, je chante ma complainte Mon dégoût persistant, je ne suis une sainte La malaise choquant sur vos lèvres jointes Plait fort bien à mon coeur n´ayez nulle crainte Et quand vient le moment où je tourne la tête J´entends les braillements de vos vaines plaintes En silence j´attends ce n´est qu´une feinte Je vous glace le sang de ma sombre étreinte
I feel no shame to desert what I´ve never needed from the start Take back everything, I don´t cling on to products If I had a perfume line it should be called "No Collab" Expect no collaboration No need to call the cops, I´d rather self-police I betray everything I make, anger is everything I am Your science is a poison I can no longer ingest Take your prescription and shove it up your ass This is where we part, and this is how I end The capitalization of my depravation So next time you think about me, might as well cross me off your list I really don´t need an applause, your party sucks anyway
M´approchant doucement, je chante ma complainte Mon dégoût persistant, je ne suis une sainte La malaise choquant sur vos lèvres jointes Plait fort bien à mon coeur n´ayez nulle crainte Et quand vient le moment où je tourne la tête J´entends les braillements de vos vaines plaintes En silence j´attends ce n´est qu´une feinte Je vous glace le sang de ma sombre étreinte
M´approchant doucement, je chante ma complainte Mon dégoût persistant, je ne suis une sainte La malaise choquant sur vos lèvres jointes Plait fort bien à mon coeur