En bucle

Machiavellian poetry, I told you
Everyone dies in life as they choose
I love how I love, I wanted how I wanted
Let them play my name in music and baptize me
I have a designer heart, like Armani
I know it's a gem that can't be bought with money
A sick mind, ice-cold that cuts
They don't believe me, doesn't matter, ask the Titanic
You're going down, are you stupid?
These little birds want to fly with the condors
What distinguishes a great artist? A rapper
You say by the hair, I say by the depth
I became a psychopath, locked in my own mess
Don't judge a face, judge if it has a mask
The truth is secret, even the devil
The worst can dwell in your wrists

There's something missing that doesn't fit in this puzzle
One part wants, another part suffers
I didn't get educated to stay in this loop
But the tough stuff seduces me
First a note, sad and alone
Listen to it, it even sounds like it's crying
What is this shit? It hooks you on its own
Writing hurts me, that's why it makes me fall in love

In a loop, in a loop, in a loop, in a loop
I've created a music style that even I don't understand
In a loop, in a loop, in a loop, in a loop
When something dark traps you, it awakens in your body
Like a hard-on, I'm not lying
One day my hard-on will explode from the inside
How do you get out of here?

The teacher laughed at me for being weird
Now she understands my lyrics because she's unemployed
Of course! Now the crazy one was right
Because some people don't see clearly until they lose everything
Of course, babe, suck my dick
Who didn't support me, don't come telling me shit now
I'm saying the same thing half the world thinks
But here, only those who stay quiet get the rope
Look at me, eyes don't lie
Outside in summer, inside in November
Is it that hard not to be like this all the time?
With my head down, grinding my teeth

In a loop, in a loop, in a loop, in a loop
Between rage and sorrow, it depends on the hour
In a loop, in a loop, in a loop, in a loop
Between me and my other self that nullifies and evaporates me

Always thinking about the little birds flying
Around my head, while I live, I dream wide awake
I do everything backwards, maybe my soul is dissolved
Or it wants to kill me soon and see my dead face up close
Son of a bitch... I was an innocent kid
Now I see this world and just want to kill people
I have a beautiful interior, almost transparent
And a tattoo on my heart that says, they don't understand me
Machiavellian poetry without tact
I was born at a quarter past ten with the music of birth
I'm another puppet without a future
At least I talk to myself without your hand up my ass

In a loop, in a loop, in a loop, in a loop
I've created a music style that even I don't understand
In a loop, in a loop, in a loop, in a loop
When something dark traps you, it awakens in your body
Like a hard-on, I'm not lying
One day my hard-on will explode from the inside
How do you get out of here?