I'm divided in my skull like the Centaur
It's by approaching the bottom that I take shape
Little one fallen into whiskey, I'm getting out of it
For fear of leaving my anger, I still dream of it
Wizard of Oz, Adebisi
Young fool, I'm over there, you're here
Hieroglyph, I'm invisible
Shemêhaza as a disciple
In the mirror, I have no confidence
Pathology of conscious nature
Expecting nothing, no longer makes sense
In insolence, she thought she understood me, yeah
Bastet with a deep bite
Tell me who will accompany you to the front
In a bull made of metal to appease the fire, I found myself ready to dive into dark water
Yeah, walk crooked on the chessboard, hey
I'm Deadman to save me there's no one, hey
I'm not faceless, I have a hundred faces, hey
They all do the same to exist, hey
Cross my not so rosy daily life
I hear the witch she is weeping
Work, discernment, fiction, reality I'm on the farm and the membrane is porous, gang
I don't like you when you breathe (huh)
Either you're unhappy, or you're stupid
You told me "Billy, you're like a reef"
From afar, I see you, up close you're aggressive
I have too much pride like a Corsican
Just a stone in the chest
Bro, you're blue like a cop
Ephialtes you don't have the stuff
The wise is a host the others, it's hell
Their conscience is dead, they killed the deer
My bro, I'm not really sane
I look at the neighbor's grass, it's synthetic
Work my gava, there's no talent
I release a sound, suddenly it speaks Flemish
My road is infinite like Rahan, enzyme on phalanx in the transparent vice, yes
No new friends, pirate knows pirate
Kimono is black as in Penchak Silat
Child, I know I've been lied to
These sons of bitches are not nice
Communicate, I don't want to
I have to fuck everything up, I don't have a hundred lives
Hornet, nothing has changed in my lifestyle
The look is icy, in the belly Akira
Memento mori, my fear is abyssal
Prisoner of anger, I have my fist raised like Addi Bâ
Fake breasts, fake ass but you're tired, han
Lack of presence, I'm in Last Days, han
Who are all these people in the backstage? Han
But who are all these people in the backstage? Han
Yeah, go ahead walk in my footsteps, I'm Fred Astaire, yeah
Yeah, these voices in my head don't want to shut up, yeah, yea, yeah, yeah

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