You buy the love as long, 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
There's guns in your arms!
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!
Come on now! Get close to me!
I can't afford your hypocrisy!
Writer(s): Olivier Maurice Jourdan, Wilfried Nicolas Jourdan, Guillaume Francoise Le Guen, Franck Jacques Pompidor, Cyrille Pierre Sudraud
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