Trust
Trust - Antisocial English translation lyrics
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Antisocail
You work a lifetime to pay your own tomb stone, you hide your face behind the paper, You walk like a robot in the subway corridors, nobody cares about your presence, it’s up to you to make the first step, You'd like to talk without putting the blame on others Impossible to move on without your body armour little word play here. the idea of blaming someone is expressed by the image of a bullet you redirect. so you need a body armour to save yourself from others blaming you You'd like to give your eyes to justice as she is said to be blind Impossible to rape this woman full of vices these lyrics are full of wordplays well, violer means rape but violer la loi would be break the law and as we're talking of justice, this might be worth considering Antisocial you lose your cold blood Rethink of all these years of service Antisocial coming soon the years of services as to speak the years of nursing homes or else Finally the lost time that you can never catch up with To trample on people has become your hobby While muddying them you get embarassed In your desperation there's still a little hope Of seeing people without make-up and less fake But stop explaining, rather make a fist Move away from your retirement, you're way is too perfect Relift the puss, I'm there, you're not alone Those who envied you will judge you today
Antisocial
Tu bosses toute ta vie pour payer ta pierre tombale, Tu masques ton visage en lisant ton journal, Tu marches tel un robot dans les couloirs du métro, Les gens ne te touchent pas, il faut faire le premier pas, Tu voudrais dialoguer sans renvoyer la balle, Impossible d'avancer sans ton gilet pare-balle. Tu voudrais donner des yeux a la justice Impossible de violer cette femme pleine de vices. Antisocial, tu perds ton sang froid. Repense a toutes ces années de service. Antisocial, bientôt les années de services, Enfin le temps perdu qu'on ne rattrape plus. Écraser les gens est devenu ton passe-temps. En les éclaboussant, tu deviens gênant. Dans ton desespoir, il reste un peu d'espoir Celui de voir les gens sans fard et moins bâtards. Mais cesse de faire le point, serre plutôt les poings, Bouge de ta retraite, ta conduite est trop parfaite Relève la gueule, je suis la, t'es pas seul Ceux qui t'enviaient, aujourd'hui te jugeraient. Tu bosses toute ta vie pour payer ta pierre tombale, Tu masques ton visage en lisant ton journal, Tu marches tel un robot dans les couloirs du métro, Les gens ne te touchent pas, il faut faire le premier pas, Tu voudrais dialoguer sans renvoyer la balle, Impossible d'avancer sans ton gilet pare-balle. Tu voudrais donner des yeux a la justice Impossible de violer cette femme pleine de vices. Antisocial, antisocial, antisocial, antisocial.
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