Fibonacci

I open my notebook and unleash the apocalypse
I caress it with the pen and enter mitosis phase
Flipping through the pages, I satisfy my crisis
And I don't stop the process until I revive the fossil

The idiosyncrasy of the lump is the idioticracy
Some fool tries to defend his point with fallacies
I let those empty shells laugh
At a joke I've been searching for the humor in for ten years

And there's no way, man
That's why I play wood
I'll stay here even if I see there's little in the fridge
The one who picks his nose
Later ends up broken
Poor fool, still believes the spotlight awaits

I'm out of the field and score a basket
What would become of the moose if one day it auctions its antlers?
The ant works harder than the cicada
Although both lives tear apart if someone big crushes them

And if I'm honest... I'm not honest
Careful on the outside, burnt inside like an ashtray
I'm conditioned, I never do what I want anymore
And if I still haven't released an album, it's out of pity for those rappers

I don't have Sherlock's mental palace
I have a prison with Moriarty screaming inside
I put so much passion into the feeling
That each composition is open-heart surgery

The tailor who made your mask is another disaster
I've seen better actors with scripts made in Jägermeister
They rape them, kill them, and objectify them
And you, crying over the new Ghostbusters

The cake has smelled for a week now, don't bullshit me
It stinks more burnt than those trends
That control what you say, what you do every hour
The hate you spread and your lies when questioned

You give me a tremendous mix of disgust and pity
My style is Judas pulling a disappearing act at the Last Supper
I don't recommend listening to several of my songs in a row
Because my singing is so pure it hypnotizes sirens

Sorrows fester if you don't let them fall
Through your tear ducts, the tears make them darken
We're animals, not even evils will hinder
The path I set out to travel

God and Lucifer wanted to party in an apartment
But it's too expensive to rent in the center
Very kindly, I let them use my brain
They made a mess and left without cleaning up

Seeing is believing, feeling to write
Crying until hugging turns from punishment to relief
Baring the soul to expose every crevice
Because behind a great man there's always a foolish child

My affection is only dedicated to the fire I compose
And out of attachment, to my disorders
To my ego and to this oven
That I keep inside my skull until its indomitable explosion
Pulls my eyes out of their sockets and into orbit

I have pride so upright it even learns laws
Your other dissatisfied jester who doesn't understand kings
The flame in my words is Valyria and ignites springs
Rapping, I have more boards than Dmitri Mendeleev

I rhyme and perform black magic, a thousand pyrrhic spells
This world doesn't make me happy, it's dark and satirical
If I face those rappers, I leave them so consumed
It's like having a vampire in front of ten thousand hemophiliacs

For a long time now, life's a joke to me
I grasp the sweet in the bitter and the happiness in the sad
Discard those appearances you believed
That there are doves devouring dead bodies
And vultures dining on birdseed

If the river makes noise, it's because it carries water and so much noise
Makes me think it's been overflowing for a long time
I'm the minuend that abandoned the subtrahend
And now wanders seeking the name of the wind

The fountain of youth is a tale
Settle for Vichy
I burst the tempo even if I'm not wearing Gucci
You're not at the level
I'm sorry and I regret it, arrivederci
My art is as perfect as the Fibonacci spiral