Look at the poison we injected into ourselves
You remain impassive and I am neurotic
I dream of a deserted scene
But above all of a reason to give us
I got what I deserve
We are parasites
We are whores
We are just... a pretext
To make you watch advertising
We are parasites
We are great artists
Culture with a capital C
To elevate soul above the rest
You found our texts a little sad
And our alarmist vision
You have to remain silent to be listened to
Accept it as a goal
I got what I deserve
We are the lacrosse of the century
We are the industry of the disc
We paid $3.07 for this
We sell it to you for $30.58
We are parasites
We are whores
We are just an excuse
To make you swallow advertising
We are parasites
Like the calm before the storm
I have the conscience held hostage
Like the calm before the storm
I have my conscience held hostage