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lyrics
… Forever acting my unmasked masquerade towards every unknown friend,
I play the synopsis of my hypoplastic masterpiece, doomed in failure.
Possible errors in my life were decimated,
Every aspect, so spectacular and calculated.
They bragged my existence as a work of genius,
But deep down I, the artist, feel a lack of bliss.
Tortured by my desire of the unreachable, is it a crime?
Infinite success for the ultimate failure, god am I your pantomime?
Will I ever be whole, will I ever reach my goal?
In my heart there is a hole, I can’t stand my simplistic role.
The healthiest and wealthiest, never satisfied...
We are never complete, even though we try.
Ma perfide vie ne se résume qu’à l’immensité de cet abime.
Couronné de victoires autant que de déboires.
M’abandonnant au trépas, alors que je n’ai fait que croire,
En l’espoir d’apercevoir une fin à cette frime.
MONA LISA WITH A FINGER UP HER ASS!
Celebrities do drugs and commit suicide,
This is a song that may tell you why.
… Forever acting my unmasked masquerade towards every unknown friend,
I play the synopsis of my hypoplastic masterpiece, doomed in failure.
Possible errors in my life were decimated,
Every aspect, so spectacular and calculated.
They bragged my existence as a work of genius,
But deep down I, the artist, feel a lack of bliss.