Denied my application?
I'm not a slave of your institution
You want a weapon of mass distraction?
I'll give you a demonstration
Oh by the way, there are no money makers on this record
This time I'm exploring the loser's point of view
Never mind the term
It's a renegade breakdown
I don't want your advice on how to elaborate my speech
I have no interest in your political agenda
Your intentions fluctuate like the stock market
Your masquerade is grotesque
Your style, over calculated
The uglier I feel, the better my lyrics get
And I feel disgraceful whenever you're around
I thought I saw you taking a picture last night
So give me something to remember
Your pointless opinion, I couldn't care less
How do you come up with such meaninglessness
Your cheap headlines, your lazy writing
I wonder how it feels for you to sit around all day
I'll tell it to your face, for once and for all
My life is anti-strategic
Lying between comic and tragic
M'approchant doucement, je chante ma complainte
Mon dégoût persistant, je ne suis une sainte
La malaise choquant sur vos lèvres jointes
Plait fort bien à mon coeur n'ayez nulle crainte
Et quand vient le moment où je tourne la tête
J'entends les braillements de vos vaines plaintes
En silence j'attends ce n'est qu'une feinte
Je vous glace le sang de ma sombre étreinte
I feel no shame to desert what I've never needed from the start
Take back everything, I don't cling on to products
If I had a perfume line it should be called "No Collab"
Expect no collaboration
No need to call the cops, I'd rather self-police
I betray everything I make, anger is everything I am
Your science is a poison I can no longer ingest
Take your prescription and shove it up your ass
This is where we part, and this is how I end
The capitalization of my depravation
So next time you think about me, might as well cross me off your list
I really don't need an applause, your party sucks anyway
M'approchant doucement, je chante ma complainte
Mon dégoût persistant, je ne suis une sainte
La malaise choquant sur vos lèvres jointes
Plait fort bien à mon coeur n'ayez nulle crainte
Et quand vient le moment où je tourne la tête
J'entends les braillements de vos vaines plaintes
En silence j'attends ce n'est qu'une feinte
Je vous glace le sang de ma sombre étreinte
M'approchant doucement, je chante ma complainte
Mon dégoût persistant, je ne suis une sainte
La malaise choquant sur vos lèvres jointes
Plait fort bien à mon coeur
