Pakt Up Like Sardines In a Crushtin Box

You buy the love as long as your heart can sell.
You never can tell.
You suck the blood of men, their life running through their veins.
You're preaching in vain.
You dry the faith I used to share with a million ones.
What about a dance?
You take the death for bride, you step on my pride, you come alone this guns in your arms!

Come on now! Get close to me!
I can't afford your hypocrisy!
Come on now! Get close to me!
I can't afford your hypocrisy!

You pay a lot of brains to give your life a meaning sense.
Hide behind the fence
You own the cure and make profits on everyone.
Cheating on everyone!
Cheating on everyone!

Come on now! Get close to me!
I can't afford your hypocrisy!
Come on now! Get close to me!
I can't afford your hypocrisy!



Credits
Writer(s): Wilfried Jourdan, Guillaume Le Guen, Cyrille Sudraud, Olivier Jourdan, Franck Pompidor
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