Crab
What a biological mess
Because of you i can't comfess
There are so many cells
That you broke with your madness
Along the corridors
You played with our patience
And tasted our obedience
We were so poor
We were so poor
I'm grateful for the grief
Now i'll be a thief
According to your mood
You stole my teenagehood
I'll smash your shell
And eat your claws
As you did to her
You've been too close
Behind my wall
I made my weapons
I hold the line
I thought i was fine
Behind my wall
I made my weapons
Because of you i can't comfess
There are so many cells
That you broke with your madness
Along the corridors
You played with our patience
And tasted our obedience
We were so poor
We were so poor
I'm grateful for the grief
Now i'll be a thief
According to your mood
You stole my teenagehood
I'll smash your shell
And eat your claws
As you did to her
You've been too close
Behind my wall
I made my weapons
I hold the line
I thought i was fine
Behind my wall
I made my weapons
Credits
Writer(s): Loïc Meudec, Mario Ramanivosoa, Nelson Vard, Pierre Leroux
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