Page 2, Chapter 2

Yeah, my life, it's the Truman Show
The dope falls from the sky onto the stage
Smile stuck to the saddle
I don't speak, everything is done for me
I come late as if I was on time
I don't forgive as if I have values
Grammar on my list of misfortune
Your grandmother who validates the 8 pm news
But this life is beautiful, I know it
Like millions of euros in revenue
Like lovebirds on the branch
Before unemployment makes it give way
I know it takes dough to hold them
Or wait for the next round
No, I'm not going to cry in front of this movie
I know it's a sin to be sensitive
Fear pushes us like cripples
Too many journalists who misinform
Empty prayer room
All busy building empires
Before I disintegrate (what)
I'm going to find myself, I'm going to make peace
Then, I'm going to roll a joint and merge with the couch
Yeah, of course I've planned everything
It's the journey that counts, not the end that prevails
Dude, the buddies before the bitches
I'm going to save men before calves
I'm going to save mine before yours
Dude, otherwise, it's not worth it
But saving one's own before others
Dude, that's the Le Pen's program
Yeah, manipulated populace
For the benefit of who? It's not stipulated
Orphans raped, disarticulated
The leisure of the high are peculiar
Come see the life that can't be broadcast
You know, the one that's acidic
Where shit and the minimum wage, it's the max
Above, the slave would be less stimulated

Yeah, I know how it goes (goes)
A joint, how it packs (packs)
A chick, how it massages (massages)
An ass, how it breaks
So I know why she wants me to iron (iron)
Why she wants us to redo it (do it)
Why she wants us to rehash (all the time)
Even a minute in the airlock
Yeah, sex and money, it does everything
I have both and yet, it does nothing
Don't breathe my air, it suffocates me
I want to be free, the rest, I don't give a damn
Yeah, I want to be drunk, tomorrow doesn't count
Why should life be a fight?
Huh? Dude, I dodge the eye and the compass
As well as the soldiers that the machine tamed
Yeah, I conjugate in simple past
Pass me the fire, the light is going to go out
I'll never hold out my paw to these dogs
For the moment, we're doing pretty well
Mustard glass filled with water
I take the red pill like an antibiotic
I'm going to sit in lotus in Tibet
And comb my hair like the guys in chemo

The elites are satanists (what else)
Dark wizards mastering magic (what else)
The creators and guardians of the matrix (what else)
With each power pass, someone from the family (what else)
It's good for the profit if it's panic (what else)
It's good for the profit if it's famine (what else)
It's good for the profit to ruin Africa (what else)
It's good for the profit to enslave Asia
Yeah, this world is cruel as hell
Mentalities are fucked as fuck
I'm going to avenge us, fuck them I swear
Even if evil by evil, it's not great
Or I forget everything and open my laptop
I go private browsing, I search "hardcore gangbang"
There, I jerk off to death waiting for death
In front of the love of those who are one body

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