L.O.C. libertiner

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[1. verse]
I walk the street like I'm bleeding cement
My thoughts run in the rain as I follow them
To the last place in town where I'm stuck
Loner out to care my addiction
But I have more than one so my nicotine turns on
Fill the lungs hold it in feel all your stress disappear
Yes my ugly little secret is the hunger for attention
So I can don't take it with you
It's probably best that way so you don't see
Exactly how embarrassing I react when they say
(Johan Olsen)
Why do you look so angry?!
Just try and smile a little more!
[Verse 2]
So I give it as my year's first lover
Where there's low lighting and piss-colored liquids
And their money is the only thing that shines through
Jewelry that is so beautiful that little children have had to die for it
Because everything that shines is not worth having'
But what does it mean when one's morals are the same thin as water
And every hint of fault it must be tucked away and fixed away
So they are full of snitches, full of themselves and full of shit
And he stinks of it as he lies his arm around me
With booze running down his shirt all the while he shouts:
(Johan Olsen)
Why do you look so angry?!
Try and smile a little more!< br/>[Verse 3]
And so I do, even though everything in me
Scream I should smash a bottle in that fool's face
But vii are civilized and I am unfortunately one of those
People who can start any sentence with my therapist she says
Because I was spiritual but feel like I've lost myself
And if you can't show people gratitude, you can't do anything well
So where is the spark I would take it with me if I found it
And light it with the vision from the edge of the stage
For I am not but looks mournful from there
On the side of the stage by the soundman is my father and I know he is thinking
(Johan Olsen)
Why do you look so angry?!
Try once and smile a little more!
[Verse 4 ] (L.O.C.)
But I'm just stunned as I stare
At nothing and I don't know why unfortunately
Turns my thoughts inside out and recites
Beautiful borrowed words from Baudelaire
I am a libertine of my own blood
One of these mighty abandoned men
Forever condemned to laugh
But I can no longer smile

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