Sirius, Sirius, Sirius, Sirius, Sirius
Hey
Every city in disaster, except nose to the stars
I stack the pangs, I’m nice but awful
I speak of myself as a product of the environment, so violent
The pale complexion and the black soul, the graying horizon (the graying horizon)
Baby, do not blame me, I have something else to fuck than to send you SMS
There’s a lot of stuff in your ass that should not be there as a CRS club
The man is bad, if he could self-immolate, lean virtues for bundle not very thick
This is the fair, we reduced to a belt loop the wisdom of Hermes
Massage salon closed, series of potatoes Pegasus in the nose
I’m looking for nirvana, I’m going to leave, I’m screwing up, I’m losing my time and my health
On Ouija’s table, it’s “V.A.L.D.”, my demons help me to sing
Slut tried, said: “Come”, I’m bored and I’m not even back
How can I trust you? You want to watch the enemy in front of your own mirror
All these son of a bitch, I do not forget, I put their surnames in my grimoire
NQNT: acronym, fuck industry, naughty
You see it at our mines, that at least our needs are getting poorer, if our hearts are atrophied
Every city in disaster, except nose to the stars
I stack the pangs, I’m nice but awful
I speak of myself as a product of the environment, so violent
The pale complexion and the black soul, the graying horizon (the graying horizon)
I put my head upside down as soon as I can, I even do it on the cover
What do you want, wesh: my buzz or my wheat?
A photo ? Do not do it, just hit the chat
I saw all the Lie to me, you try to make me upside down, I spotted your dimple
Taga in the sock, I have to take care of mine, milk powder flush with the pod
Today, I’m up, I decided to ken at the ninetieth
You talk to me, you see that I’m elsewhere, on the lookout for parchments that come
Your path is traced, gods and slaves act along already marked out
Stop your bullshit, turn off your TV, you’ll end up believing their nonsense
I think a lot about me, a little less about homeless people who will not be wintering
We get used to everything, everyone sucks me, nobody loves me and I start to get used to it
You’re shocked by the saliva test, I’m the happiest of all mammals
Little smirk on the stretcher, death for only happy end
Every city in disaster, except nose to the stars
I stack the pangs, I’m nice but awful
I speak of myself as a product of the environment, so violent
The pale complexion and the black soul, the graying horizon (the graying horizon)
Close shot in a kneecap, a day peace, a day nan, it module
I fly above the crowd before finishing at the cemetery of the commune
Shut your big mouth, it pollutes, you have the balls, it looks like eggs
NQNTMQMQMB, Mo-mo-motus
I am the problem and the walkthrough, I have the totem and the eye of Horus
I always have a bonus in my pocket, I’m breaking in the lotus position
9-3: There’s no goal shot, you were looking for love but you went to the whores
I say anything, it’s known, I do not do anything but I forget
Every city in disaster, except nose to the stars
I stack the pangs, I’m nice but awful
I speak of myself as a product of the environment, so violent
Pale complexion and black soul, graying horizon (graying horizon)
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