tied to a chair unmovable body ruptured
a calves eyes meeting the rats cornered
and we are not angels we are dying men
in dying corners raping dying children
Mon bien-aimé, je tu crache dans le visage!
we are not a metaphor we are spreading legs
stepping on those small house spider webs
I want something real now, nail polish red as sin
I am tied up now for pleasure and I got nothing to win
I got nothing to win I got nothing to win
Mon bien-aimé, je crache dans le visage!
Mon bien-aimé, je crache dans le visage!
I granted a smile for the sake of the many
I offered the veal for the love of my creator
I accepted the snakes eye as lives cruelest load
Mon bien-aimé, je crache dans le visage!
but I could never get over losin losin losin (losin)
I got nothing to win I got nothing to win I got nothing to win
Mon bien-aimé, je crache dans le visage!
Mon bien-aimé, je crache dans le visage!
Mon bien-aimé, je crache dans le visage!
I got nothing to win I got nothing to win (Mon) Bien-aimé!
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