CHORUS
Your old predictable steps have to turn into a meaningful expressive pup
Like a blood horse seeking for a truthful existence, you have to gallop
And right here I claim you must dash off
So that you throw all your past into the trash
Nobody could better than you deal with it
Since you have realised how almighty and fit
I felt after I have turned risen from previous shits
I’ll put off a few trips to doctor,
He just tells me to “lay off the alcohol sir”
It’s not possible to keep me down through the whole song
Cuz I only exist through what I’ve become,
And when the clock strikes 12 I’ll put an end to myself
And hell will send me in form of your immortal enemy
I’ll keep making a mess when you clean up the streets
And piss on the lies of your meaningless speech
And so I’ll go into the crash test room
And prove all of you wrong when I face my doom
Cuz I’ve got 7 senses to put a rest to your nonsense
So let’s escape from the future and face our detentions
Take a lesson from the wise, take off your disguise
Because in closed casket wake I’ll still spit on your face
You have got no common sense and your lies will cost you 6 francs
Welcome to Beng Beng France! Let’s put away our rage and dance!
[CHORUS]
LYRICS:
Look, my faith is down to set off my microphone
I don’t loose control, my bones still solid as a stone
I move away from there and don’t even take that call
Needless to warm up my mind, I’m starting to crawl
Yet, brother useless to tell you
The bell’s tone rings and strikes you right now
