Damn view of all these people
Going to work eagerly
Cozy in their car
Only care about the time and how they look
I envy them and I the hated
All these straights, all these gays
All these civilians, all these simpletons
Having been part of this abscess
My bones scraping with discomfort bitumen
A stubborn cold so arduous? counter
Sleep becoming heavy as a feather
Am I in severe pain? to stay lying down?
Just like finding something to eat
This survival instinct so as not to rot
Each piece begs? becoming a luxury
With each refusal, I ogle them and scream:
Fuck off - Fuck shit up
I envy them and I hate them
All these hassles? ros, all these gays
All these civilians, all these simpletons
Having been part of this abscess
I will never hear my name again
I now only live through friction
They call me a tramp or trash
I no longer have a place, no more work, no more respite
Like a punk who now knows the anarchy
Everything is restricted, even my worries
No one has experienced what I suffered
To all those who are angry with me, I fuck them and I says:
Fuck off - Fuck shit up
Now that I'm at my lowest point
My dreams for the future coming true
Just my bottle? defend against others
Am I getting there? talk to him, alone, sitting:
“I’m not an idiot”
Do I have the right too? a life
We don't impose such dregs
So be it:
Everything bores me so I harm, misunderstood

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