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