Too many sounds for such a deaf world Too much hypocrisy, fantasy, ugly shape I don't want to be confused with the wet face of some dumbasses I'm escaping from the bulletin board if I'm rehearsing for a dialogue after a dope The single neurone is agitated At the event, through the musical notes I'm giving the ladies a hard time From a virile autotune, not like Shaquille O'Neal It's useless to talk about culture anymore In a country where even the sound is covered by meditation Years and days have passed without their expectation A father builds his conscience A son is a blind man without faith In the future he wonders And it's such a rush to live when you have a black beard Alone, you shave your beard when you have pork sauce And you wear the same soulful mask in front of the pigs From career to premiere, a campaign Advertising about pseudo-musical deception It's useless to talk about culture anymore In a country where even the sound is covered by meditation In a country where even the sound is covered by meditation In a country where even the sound is covered by meditation What you want, you can't have In the evening, Sunday, D rings With little seditation As ridiculous as possible In the evening, Sunday, D rings With little seditation In the evening, Sunday, D rings As ridiculous as possible In the evening, Sunday, D rings With little seditation As ridiculous as possible Punk in a culture of mental idols Strong as just any gut Quiet as aノnker As level as the sky Silence as the trigger As rich as anSorry His guilty fait-faix Lonely as the skips Punk in a culture of mental idols Po Reaper As level as the sky Silence as the trigger As rich as anSorry His guilty His guilty His guilty His guilty