The killer walked before adawn
He put his boots on
He took a face from the ancient gallery and he
Walked on down the hall
Walk away with the warrior sound
and throw your fucking fist in this air
I don’t like the way people talk
The way they walk
They always look at me as if I was on broke
I don’t know why i hate them so
I would like to be alone
to lock the door once for a lifetime
and live here in my home
It’s bigger and bigger, day after day
My fears turn into anger
'should try to stay away from me
I smoke my weed all day
Fuck my bitch all day
I do what I want, Fuck your Gods, I won’t pray
It makes me sick, it freaks me out
they always talk on your back, a wrong way to react
this is a fact, there is no fiction, I might be paranoid
it must be a lack of comprehention, it's my addiction
My mind is right for execution now
no fear no creep i need no fucking lessons now
no more rip off and no more agression
Here comes the time for the Riot solution
Ok je suis sur le pavé en un quart de seconde
Je passe de la cave au grenier, je commence à trembler
Mais j’ai l’habitude, je vais surmonter,
Direction le supermarché, temple sacré au grand ordre du chéquier.
On y est, grosse inspiration, du monde à fond,
Trop de pression, j’ai fumé trop de carton, c’est pas bon.
Ca bouscule, ça pullule, les gosses hurlent,
Les vieilles chouettes hululent, l’horreur de l’aube au crépuscule
'feel like, i've drown my way
the whole humanity fades to decay
A blade on my spine
i will hate people, 'till they make me feel so fine
Je rentre chez moi, content de moi
Dans mon cocon loin de tous ces cons
Je n’aime pas les gens, non, non trop différent
Je suis bien que tout seul, tout pour ma gueule
I don’t like the way people talk
The way they walk
They always look at me as if I was on broke
I don’t know why i hate them so
I like to be alone
to close the door once for a lifetime, and live here in my home
It’s bigger and bigger, day after day
My fears turn into anger
'should try to stay away from me
I smoke my weed all day
Fuck my bitch all day
I do what I want, Fuck your Gods, I won’t pray
J’ai jamais pris le temps, de comprendre seulement
J’ai critiqué souvent, sans avoir les tenants
J’ai vu les miens partir, j’ai trop fait souffrir
J’connais mon avenir, celui d’un martyr
thinking about things i did, with my inner fears
thinking about joys i gripped with my inner fucking tears
thinking about you and me
thinking about that's on me
thinking about things i do, with my fucking inner
boo
it makes me sick it freaks me out
they always talk on your back, a wrong way to react
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