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Rebel from the bottom of the cellar
You criticize you yell from your platform
You distort
Without knowing the substance and less the form
The exception
Who has perfection in his mirror
Reason
Ch'not the submissive dog of your rebellion
What should you write today? today? What game are we playing?
Who are we demolishing? Who are we putting on a diet and for whom?
Skinny anarchist
Draw me a world a little less sad
The analyst
We would believe in a platform of sportsmen
Mongolians
What is the score of the fan against the artist
Take us for imbeciles, look for the vices in us
Find out what weapon can hurt us
What kind of irony lies within us.
Another messiah
Who will tell me how I should live
Again you
The one who has reason
I was sickened to hear you debating your allegations
Your answers, your questions, do you want to stuff us in your living room?
Do you dream of putting on your orange jacket... pulling us in the back
To tie us to your hood and make a hand like a horse ©ros