Ta mauvaise encre a bien taché mon cœur
A infecté mon sexe
Condamné ma demeure
Junk every inch stinks
Dirty no longer rocks
The past's a road to hell
How can one get so wicked
Still thinks others are too
I know that far too well
And that is why we all hate you
Your clothes too large your narrow mind
Your weary feet your fleeting eyes
You sticky hair and dumb escapes
Que te restera-t-il
Lorsque tu verras la mort en toi
Quand tu aura fait mille
Visions débiles
Dis moi quoi
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