I walk the town from a side to the other
I'm pissed off to sickness and I don't hide it, never
My mucus is icing, as I roam the cold city
Scaring myself for all this inutility
The buses are on strike, and I missed the last one
The service is f*cked up, didn't read the notice
Sleep, secret city, and I will pass you by
You never work well and I won't ask why
The buses are on strike, and I missed the last one
You steal my time, all the time that I've spent in here
But I'm afraid I can't hate you for that, my dear
The buses are on strike, and I missed the last one
The service is f*cked up, didn't read the notice
Vessels on the river
This city makes me cry
Oh, it's so beautiful
And it's a shit sometimes
And maybe you're a moth
Born from humidity
What can you teach me
How to lose my life
All you poor humans, deprived of all joy
Growing up so hollow and so paranoid