Yeah ah yeah
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I don't know how to summarize my own life between the lines
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I've been flying around the world since I was a kid
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And when I keep to the ground, I have my head in the clouds
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It is said who does not have dreams, so they stumble here
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Eventually, he loses the desire to find a target
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I know that if I don't find him, I'll at least count the number of miles
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And I lift the weight of the weight I have left but it doesn't have the weight we lived for
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And it is necessary to go, not to experience the experiences in the villa, to squander millions
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Which will eventually become pyrite
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It can be seen on the eyes of those who carry puget flowers to the graves for those who left
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alone in battle
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We are each alone on the battlefield
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And yet we build our own temple in groups
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Where I carry visions of heart where you can enter
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It is the interior of us that we support like columns
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(It's the interior of what we support like columns)
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Ah
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I did not choose this life, the world chose me
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No time to think of what I would be like if I were the son of a minister
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I could have been born in Africa and be very hungry
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I have a keen eye, I'm fine as Winnie the Pooh
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I tell people stories, they listen
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They want to hear more, to be closer, to know everything
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However, when they don't give me anything, I don't see the light
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Jou flowed, my blood pure hell is all in my head
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And I won't sweep it with a broom
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I have enough battles, the world is upside down like a backroll
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I see Nazis with a dog showing "West Coast!"
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Without words, I made up my mind for tomorrow
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My thoughts draw chemical bumps out of it
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I want to love people and live with them, but I like to resist
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Lately I've been living indoors and literally
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I grew up elsewhere
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Than where my character grows up now
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Where my ego lives
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What charges me like an adapter
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4 walls between them brain, heart, penis
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Voices sometimes speak for you like Lenin
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I built and crashed here
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He did the contents and packaging
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He invented, crumpled, returned
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Then he dealt with it
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The preparation is as long as cancer, the reality is raw
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Tie my eyes, I'll hit everywhere
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You call it a fool, I call it a challenge
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I'm leaving the apartment to fill those numbers
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What I see every day at night on the monitor whistle
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1000 liqueurs and no new band
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1000 niches on their feet, but no way for pens
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1000 mics per stage and no echo
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From the table I head to the bed in my interior to sleep
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Lamp on, night apartment I'm going to list
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Even though I continue to lose color as a marker
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And I'm sitting on design, video and graphics
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The worktop is my space, a lousy corner
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In the gallery of impressions I hang in a frame on the wall
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Then I fall like snow on the charred chapel of your mind
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And I want to list everything I have inside me
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Sometimes I lose my meaning
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And who knows, if I don't know myself
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My eyes are wide open and I'm still looking for the bottom
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After truths and people who have not yet been petrified in emotions
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And I paint visions on the walls in my worlds
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And that's why I'm looking for a while to pick me up
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Between hyenas, baptism and a flock of Geish
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I'm trying to distinguish, having a swarm of priorities no camouflage life under the skin like linocut
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Life under the skin like linocut |