[intro] Chasing love, the desire to be appreciated and this global urgency to want someone to pay attention to us, sometimes makes me, I should add, want to hand over a box of tissues so we can quickly mop up the overflow from some scammers releasing into the air unhealthy bubbles of this desire for desire, [bridge] To flatter our ego, we fall into this trap head-on We make ourselves believe that the world is beautiful, That I exist in someone's mind But they only see a sincere heart to bleed In which they can sink their fangs, I shiver at the thought of falling back into their trap Into unhealthy abysses lost in the circle of their own fantasies, [pre-chorus] It makes me want to vomit. If a real exchange without asking for anything in return Doesn't exist or isn't created naturally, I want to say, Well, go elsewhere, it will clear the atmosphere, You deviant... you pervert [chorus] Sentimental vampiric pervert Who cuddles with sweet words With attention almost sculpted for us To better trap us In a glass coffin [verse] The tentacles reach out from the screen But their snake-charmer music Hypnotizes and paralyzes We start to empty ourselves of our own being When we think we're reborn from a new spring [pre-chorus] while in the meantime like skilled illusionists these puppet manipulators lock us up by throwing away the dungeon keys without even realizing it, we're trapped, imprisoned in a Stockholm syndrome [chorus] soul suckers play hot and cold continuously it's the game of narcissistic perverts what more can be said [bridge] a truth similar to all their victims we refuse to see the truth, we hear it, we take it in but we almost never get out [verse 1] we feel guilty since we're indispensable to them even if we did nothing we feel indebted because they make us believe we were saved even if they didn't give us anything [bridge] yes! they sold us a dream we cling to like the only lifeboat capable of saving us from shipwreck the fabricated echo, adapted, personalized, perfect long-awaited and resembling our prayers the hope that we are loved for who we really are [chorus] but how ugly manufactured chance is we just ran into these destructive monsters who bleed you while making you believe it's for our happiness [verse 2] they are strong, believe me these "master deceivers" of vain hopes, of vain needs and vain promises we drag them along, we carry them with all our strength I love you, but you don't deserve me I love you, but you deserve better than me [verse 3] tiring game of, I give you, I break you, I take you back, we become a yo-yo for a long time until, having no more levers to play their part they leave the fake marital nest and disappear and honestly that's the best gift they can give us if we have the clarity to understand, even broken, in pieces and worn out all the movie we participated in, looking back. [pont] this is what the 'toxic whiner' inspires in me now i’m wary of his cries that seem desperate, for me, there are only exchanges that don’t smell rotten [pré chorus] with those who talk about everything, nothing, the truth life’s limpers, the real ones the high ones, the little mice the broken, the tattooed, the different, the wells of knowledge, the noisy ones, those with booming laughs and even the real crooks all the real people humanity counts [chorus] when we beg for feelings like a neurotic weapon while feigning suffering often, unfortunately this posture instantly sets off my radar [outro] these speeches are generally nonsense this request is based on a reality that isn’t what we think no, it wants to drain the substance from those who are ready to give that’s what makes us attractive but it’s an unhealthy game to make himself more appetizing by bleeding us out.
