Journal Perso II [English translation]

[Intro]

Page 2, Chapter 2

[Unique verse]

Yeah, my life is the Truman Show, the dope falls from the sky on the stage

Smile stuck to the saddle, I don't talk, I get everything done for free

I come late like I'm on time, I don't forgive like I have moral standards

Grammar on my misfortune list, your grandmother validating the news

But this life is beautiful, I know it, as millions of euros of revenue

Like lovebirds on the branch, before unemployment makes it break

I know it takes dough to hold them or wait until the next round

No, I'm not gonna cry over this movie, I know it's a sin to be sensitive

Fear drives us like cripples, too many journalists who misinform

Emptied prayer room, all busy building empires

Before I disintegrate, I'll find myself, I'll make peace

Then I'm gonna smoke a spliff and merge with the couch

Yeah, of course I planned it all, it's the path that counts, not the end that prevails

Bro, buddies before sluts, I'm going to save men before sheeps

I'm gonna save my people before yours, man, otherwise it's not worth it

But saving his own before the other ones, bro, is Le Pen's program

Yeah, manipulated crowd, for whose benefit? It is not said

Orphans raped, disarticulated, the leisure activities of the upper classes are peculiar

Come see the life that can't be broadcast, you know? The one that is like an acid drop

Where weed and minimum wage are the maximum, beyond that, the slave would be less stimulated

Yeah, I know how it goes, a joint, how it goes down

An hoe, how to massage, an ass, how to break it

So I know why she wants me to come back, why she wants us to do it again

Why she wants us to go over it again (all the time), even for a minute in the airlock

Yeah, sex and money is everything, I have both and yet it does nothing

Don't breathe my air, it's suffocating me, I want to be free, the rest I don't give a shit

Yeah, I want to get drunk, tomorrow doesn't count, why should life be a struggle?

Huh? Dawg, I duck the eye and the compass, as well as the soldiers that the machine tamed

Yeah, I conjugate past perfect, give me the fire, the light will go out

I'll never shake paws with these dogs, for now, we're doing pretty well

Bubble glass filled with water, I take the red pill like an antibiotic

I'm going to sit in a lotus in Tibet and do my hair like brothers in chemo

The elites are Satanists, dark sorcerers who master magic

The creators and guardians of the matrix, in each position of power, someone from the family

It's good for business if it's panic, it's good for business if it's famine

It's good for business to ruin Africa, it's good for business of enslaving Asia

Yeah, this world is cruel as hell, mentalities are fucked as fuck

I'm gonna avenge us, fuck them I swear, even if fighting fire with fire isn't great

Or forget everything and open my laptop, navigate privately, look for "hardcore gangbang"

Now I masturbate to death waiting for death, in front of the love of those whose bodies are as one

• Artist:Vald
• Album:Ce monde est cruel