I'd like to empty a magazine into my foot, crash the car
Soil the love that was lent to me, especially make myself suffer
Massacre my life in a silent madness, find the break
Butter myself up with hatred until I vomit and do everything for the worst

There won't be a chorus, you'll look stupid
Who knows, maybe it's one
After all, you've put verses
You have to move on, start dancing
There won't be any destiny, nothing left to save
Except your ego and its sins
After all, you have nothing to give
Better to leave, let you fall

I'd like to hate myself in a unique way, tear off my skin
Smash my face until I can't find my words, breathe in the water
Burst my skull on the wet concrete and find rest
Ravage the crowd, break my whole body to stop thinking out loud

There won't be a chorus, you'll look stupid
Who knows, maybe it's one
After all, you've put verses
You have to move on, start dancing
There won't be any destiny, nothing left to save
Except your ego and its sins
After all, you have nothing to give
Better to leave, let you fall

(It's shit, it's shit)
(Damn it pisses me off, it pisses me off)
(Other guys, other guys, from you, from you)

Anyway, I don't know how to receive love
It makes me too uncomfortable
Before I think I was for it
But I emptied a magazine into my foot

Anyway, I don't know how to receive love
It makes me too uncomfortable
Before I think I was for it
But I emptied a magazine into my foot

Anyway, I don't know how to receive love
It makes me too uncomfortable
Before I think I was for it
But I emptied a magazine into my foot

I don't know how to receive love
It makes me too uncomfortable
Before I think I was for it
But I emptied a magazine into my foot

Anyway, I don't know how to receive love
It makes me too uncomfortable
Before I think I was for it
But I emptied a magazine into my foot

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