歌词
I won’t listen to you
I know that It ‘s upon us, the talks I’ve listened to,
That new subject, is heard, why did you fuckin’ enter!?
Please find another victims!
Your poison is here,
I know, that it’s inside me,
You bite me this time!!
You’ve put death in my veins.
Your words are such a pain,
Your poison has paralyzed me,
And I cannot resist to your lies
Use words as syringes: hook them,
And inoculate your drug in their veins, there is another way,
To make an entourage!
To make an entourage
Violence, you infest all my life,
Friends have nowhere to hide
You are living the perfect crime,
It was on your mind!
No one will get out alive
Poison is killing me, your words!
Written by: Benoit Martin
