I've got one big hand I want to leave

Because I have some things up my sleeve

A big plan that no one could axe

Destroy your future, forget your past

I was weak I know in the former times

But with the best solution I'll cross the lines

I woke up last night with a mind so clear

I should cut my ear off now and here

Just for the sensation and biography

And to advise you to take me seriously

I want to draw a panther at Jardin de Plantes

The panther says c'mon c'mon

Well, I pray to myself for myself, for myself

Well, I pray to myself for myself, for myself

My last words are written on a sleigh

It's an ode (and) a homage to yesterday

I will take the single pieces and form a whole

And Orson Welles is proud I used his mould

I draw myself into the crystal ball

The descendants scream c'mon c'mon

Well, I pray to myself for myself, for myself

Well, I pray to myself for myself, for myself

And when all the art is gone

I will raise my kid my unborn child

In a world of happiness and grace

With no expression among the human race

I've got one big hand I want to leave

Because I have some things up my sleeve

A big plan that no one could axe

Destroy your future, forget your past

I was weak I know in the former times

But with the best solution I'll cross the lines

Well, I pray to myself for myself, for myself

Well, I pray to myself for myself, for myself

And when all the art is gone

I will raise my kid my unborn child

In a world of happiness and grace

With no expression among the human race