Sirius, Sirius, Sirius, Sirius, Sirius
Hey, hey, hey, hey

Every disastrous balance, except nose towards the stars
I stack up the horrors, I'm nice but awful
I talk about myself as a product of the environment, so violent
Pale complexion and black soul, the horizon graying (the horizon graying)

Baby, don't be mad, I have other things to do than to send you SMS
There are a lot of things in your ass that shouldn't be there like a riot police baton
Man is bad, if he could immolate himself, thin virtue for not very thick wad
It's the fair, we have reduced to a belt buckle the wisdom of Hermes
Massage parlor closed, series of potatoes to Pegasus in the nose
I'm looking for nirvana, I'm going to be absent, I get high, I waste my time and my health
On the Ouija table, it says "V.A.L.D.", my demons help me to sing
Bitch tried, tells me "come", I'm already bored and I'm not even in
How can I trust you? You brag about watching the enemy in front of your own mirror
All these sons of bitches, I don't forget them, I put their names in my grimoire
NQNT, the acronym, fuck the industry, the naughty
You see it on our faces, like me, our needs are getting poorer, if our hearts atrophy

Every disastrous balance, except nose towards the stars
I stack up the horrors, I'm nice but awful
I talk about myself as a product of the environment, so violent
Pale complexion and black soul, the horizon graying (the horizon graying)

I turn my head upside down as soon as I can, I even do it on the cover
What do you want, wesh, my buzz or my dough? a photo? Don't pretend, you're just making small talk
I've seen all the Lie To Me, you're trying to screw me over, I spotted your dimple
Taga in the sock, I have to take care of mine, milk powder to the brim of the dosette
Today, I got up, I decided to fuck them at the ninetieth
You talk to me, you see I'm elsewhere, on the lookout for the parchments that come
Your path is traced, the gods and the slavers have already marked it out
Stop your bullshit, turn off your TV, you're going to end up believing their nonsense
I think a lot about myself, a little less about the homeless who won't make it through the winter
We get used to everything, everyone sucks me, no one loves me and I'm starting to get used to it
You're shocked by the saliva test, I'm the happiest of all mammals
Little smirk on the stretcher, death as the only happy end

Every disastrous balance, except nose towards the stars
I stack up the horrors, I'm nice but awful
I talk about myself as a product of the environment, so violent
Pale complexion and black soul, the horizon graying (the horizon graying)

Big shotgun blast in kneecap, one day peace, one day no, it modulates
I fly above the crowd before ending up in the local cemetery
Shut your big mouth, it pollutes, you have the balls, they look like ovules
NQNTMQMQMB, Mo-Mo-Motus
I'm the problem and the solution, I have the totem and the eye of Horus
I always have a bonus in my pocket, I crumble in the lotus position
9-3, there are no shots at goal, you were looking for love but you went to the whores
I say anything, it's known, I do anything but I don't forget any

Every disastrous balance, except nose towards the stars
I stack up the horrors, I'm nice but awful
I talk about myself as a product of the environment, so violent
Pale complexion and black soul, the horizon graying (the horizon graying)

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