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Vulgar Machines
Miscellaneous
Bad Piston
I have no philosophy, 2-3 interferences
I have a rotten apple in my existence
Y' has nowhere to go, it would be wrong for me to stay
There are periods everywhere, I hate you for pissing me off
I have a cup of parasites, in my rearview mirror
I have a glass and some wine from the convenience store
Sometimes I pass by, what would make me happy
I have a guy's number but I want his sister's number
The sky is black, the night is beautiful
The night is white, there are stars
Don't tell me if I bother you
There are days when even the angels are shit
There are others, where even taxis get lost
I pretend to laugh, to avoid believing
That in my head, happiness is a sieve
Hollywood scares me, with its comedies
But I die of laughter when I listen to a horror film
I understand my ignorance, I have crusts to eat
Chu like a cone of cream frozen soul at + 40
I don't know if it's time, insecurity
Don't worry if you should ask me what what I have
Stu me who is in reverse, of the path already traced
Why people who live are convinced of dying
At the back of the wall like hostages , tongue on the ground facing the mirage
Balls in marbles, heart in stone
I don't see justice, I see misery
Yâ black cats everywhere, I go under the ladders
I'm sure there are spies, rummaging through my trash cans
The dead are buried, the living queue up
My name at the top of the pile tells me to hurry up
I will never always be white
I will never always be black
But I will always be an innocent who wants to know