.On aime danser avec la mort, on est égoïstes
Fantasmes et prises de drogues, cerveaux émotifs
Mes pensées fusent et me détruisent, rien n'est méthodique
Mes putains de cellules grises c'est ma prison, et disons
Que j'ai ma posture de p'tit con, réel gars du tiekson
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