IT'S NOT MY FAULT
My origins are blurry
Don't ask me if I have any
Respect my silence
Because if I open up, it's over
I don't have papers, the truth
Supposedly born to serve and protect
The cruelty of men abused me
Yes, I'm an illegal
I did my time in the East
The hard way or too young girls
Sold themselves for my master
Sex, violence, that's all I knew
I sent many people to their death
Even if I didn't like it
Then they arrested me, detained me, sold me
I was too defiled
By all sorts of individuals
It's not my fault, my nature is like that
I'm just an object that scares
It's not my fault, me
If one is fascinated by my strength
I'm just an object that scares
I'm just an object that goes oh
It's not my fault, me
If one is fascinated by my strength
Why?
I'm just an object that scares
I'm just an object that goes oh
I would have liked to be a functional weapon
That they take care of me, that they use me with attention
Frequent shooting ranges, the beautiful world
Instead of that, I arrived in France by truck
In a box, I saw that my life would not be a fairy tale
Seized like shit with counterfeits
Thrown in the closet with others, it's funny
Each has its story as dramatic as the others
Stick this 9 mm caliber, swear that the master's wife
Shot herself in the head, then she tired the old rifle
What? a case swears it was a goat or a quail
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Damn there's also my CSI companion a silencer from the middle
With at least twenty to thirty victims to his credit
And we have the amnesic semi-automatic
Found at the bottom of the water in a critical state
And the chrome the bourgeois who hung around too much in the powder
Swears he has friends in high places
And that his case will be resolved
We are all here hoping for an exit
I dream of playing in a movie or a series
I would like to no longer be an object that scares
It's not my fault, me
If one is fascinated by my strength
I'm just an object that scares
I'm just an object that goes oh
It's not my fault, me
If one is fascinated by my strength
Why?
I'm just an object that scares
I'm just an object that goes oh
And then one day they took us out
We didn't expect it anymore, asleep
Hidden in a bag, quiet
I know we were going to be bought cheap
There's the rifle that panics that doesn't want
To go to war in Africa
We are the lottery, the law of traffic
We are not a lot of jewelry
I didn't finish around the neck
Of a celebrity under ecstasy
But in the hands of a twenty-year-old kid
Until this police raid
Where they pulled me out from under the bed
Where I saw my peers pointing at the little one
Neither seen nor known they put me with the game
I waited for the closet
But they sold me to a girl
She was not from here
Like me a foreigner in exile
And she pleased me
She was so fragile
But her pimp I would have liked to finish him
When he hit her, took the money
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And threatened her family
She and I wanted to believe
That it was for life
Now she's gone
I feel alone and sad
I thought I could defend her
And I'm like a madman
I realize she bought me
To end her days
I'm tired of being an object that scares
It's not my fault, me
If one is fascinated by my strength
I'm just an object that scares
I'm just an object that goes oh
It's not my fault, me
If one is fascinated by my strength
Why?
I'm just an object that scares
I'm just an object that goes oh

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