Yeah
Hey, hey
Yeah

I arrive like Nurse in the car
Do you understand that awakening is done in fear? Near the heart, put the sword
To talk about r, we are shrab
While it's about racking your brains, you're nothing but scalps
My youth in the body bag
While waiting for the burial, take stock of my obscene acts
Evil has obsessed me for a long time
I only hang out with whores, Billy overshadows Marc Dorcel
Thoughts for these dogs during take-off
I only shared Anton Chekhov's contempt
Pain has always been part of the decor
Put on the mask and act tough like McGregor
Serene when I execute you, I'm Omar
You laid eyes on Beelzebub, it's too late
I remember being told when the other appears
My reflection but hornet, I only see whores, bums
Man grits his teeth but bleeds under the jacket
You're going to tighten if you know what we know
How do you expect man to respect his father
He who says things and does the opposite?
In my skull, I'm in Tennessee, in my genetics, state of frenzy
I love women too much, John F. Kennedy
The mark left by Amédée remains indelible
They only talk in the wind
And no one holds me back when I go elsewhere alone
I spent so many years in stress
If you take away my empathy, I'm Michael Myers
I only know abnormal rats, navigate underwater like a Paris-London (yeah)
Do you know how I order my life? Unloved youth becomes Charlie Bronson
Charlie Bronson, Charlie Bronson
Charlie Bronson, Charlie Bronson, Charlie Bronson

Fuck a droptop, son, I don't give a shit
I live in a psychological thriller with Edward Norton
I see all these humans, don't they have a soul?
After all, if they perish, it's no big deal
I'm Abou Tarek under Corton, two minutes to midnight on every clock
Live the 120 days of Sodom, you'll tell me what you think of the world
I have demons following me like Guts
Everyone you cling to becomes accessories
I know you, you who kill my pride
Hooded, fake in hand when she came to see me
To be like you, I excuse myself, like the Albanian, what I say I think
She tells me she didn't have a father, I prefer to keep my distance
Renowned fighter can apply bushido
But don't forget that the real war is mental
Knife in the same wound makes notches
Buddy, I've known the same pain as Elephant Man
You have no free will, we grew up in the cave
Those who stayed, I despise their souls
They cut the Yggdrasil
I hear myself falling in battle when they wake up in Niffelheim
Niffelheim, Niffelheim, Niffelheim, Niffelheim, Niffelheim

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