I don't need your approval
I have inside me a meter
That marks degrees of satisfaction
I don't need your approval
That they sensure me has its flatness
But my meter goes inside
Because I have my own version
I think things are not rosy
And while my strings vibrate
Everything smells to me like rotten
I don't need your approval
Not even the vile metal with which you tempt me
Nor do I seek your understanding
And sweeten your ears
I don't need your approval ³
Not even the vile metal with which they tempt me
Nor do I seek their understanding
And sweeten their ears
Isolated in a bubble
I see between the lines that nothing will be better
And from my house in the air
Everything smells like it's rotten to me
I don't need your approval
Not even the vile metal with which you tempt me
Neither I seek their understanding
T sweeten their ears
I do not need their approval
Not even the vile metal with which they tempt me
Nor do I seek their understanding
T sweeten their ears