Feel the rocks under the waves
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Or feel the waves above the rocks
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Feel the strings under your fingers
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Or feel fingers over the strings
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Guinea pig feelings of bastards
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If you lie to it, you have to leave it
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Feel your teeth clench your tongue because
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They don't want to let you talk
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I changed more laps than Brignole
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But I haven't found anyone who looks like me yet
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The day I find her either I marry her or I will kill her
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If she can't be safe here, I won't leave her to you
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And I'm jealous of what I don't have
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I have locks, eighteen for a while
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I ran in tight shoes
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You know I didn't have time to change them
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I had to escape soon because
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They want me, but I don't, I don't want them
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They will never, no, never, never
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You want to understand me, but I don't know who I am either
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Ask yourself a little about yourself, what the fuck do you know
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They want me, but I don't, I don't want them
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They will never, no, never, never
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You want to understand me, but I don't know who I am either
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Ask yourself a little about yourself, what the fuck do you know
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I'll answer you, nothing, the latent heat
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It doesn't exist between us, for a while now
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Now it sucks me to know that while
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I think of those times
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You're probably sucking a (f ** k)
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We are two magnets, you the most, I the least
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And we miss that I have done so much to be more
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That I pushed you away (uo uo uo uou)
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But how far I got away from you (uo uo uo uou)
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Okay like this, we are beautiful like this
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And we are belligerent, we love to make war
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We are left alone I'm losing friends
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That everyone at the bottom under the face is full of shit
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And maybe I too who always talk about others
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You know I'll put myself on the list of others
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One hand washes the other
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And they both wash their faces
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But one asshole is as good as another
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And no it's not worth my smile
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And they want me, but I don't, I don't want them
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They will never, no, never, never
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You want to understand me, but I don't know who I am either
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Ask yourself a little bit about yourself, what the fuck do you know?
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They want me, but I don't, I don't want them
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They will never, no, never, never
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You want to understand me, but I don't know who I am either
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Ask yourself a little about yourself, what the fuck ... |