cheloo
tourette syndrome
like picking stamps or picking your nose
like you can't live without women
or like putting herbs in the atlas
you can call it anyway
I call them vices
as long as the quantity causes you deficiencies
it's not about addiction
the drug doesn't matter
when you bury yourself in something and forget the purpose
you tremble and miss that something
whether it's the mouse or the curling iron
you always find other occupations
mostly taken from others
forget about friends and generally everything
and you in turn influence further
it's an excuse or a pretext when you excuse us
it's your consolation when others accuse you
it's funny when from word to word
you find your obsession in another ' in another form
exchange of vices nothing abnormal
I am constantly looking for a way out of the banal
I have no imagination
without vices we would be just robots (X2)
to have a moody boss
and a stable job
to live in a studio apartment with a villa
to have a humble attitude
to expect an inheritance from a senile grandmother
live long for the sake of living
have a family
have lots of children
don't smoke don't drink, don't take drugs
don't have opinions or ideas
not to want, not to want
to be good, to have a high conduct
waiting for a vacation from the other world
you burn it in this hallu'
you are an indoctrinated victim
exchange of vices nothing abnormal
I am constantly looking for a way out of the ordinary
I have no imagination
without vices we would be just robots (X2)

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