Fanfic

Here he comes again
I bought a pack of silk
A fake fan calls me Fred
I said: Froid. He's not a doctor, he's a monster
It happens when talking about the monster
Like when I have sex in the building
Everything that recedes is bad
I know your friends just want to have you back
Take advantage that your fans and bras made things real
I keep everything in my Holy Grail
Hey man, how do I make a punch?!
Teach me, sponsor me, I want a chance!
Like you so I can help my mom
My girl left me broke. Where are you going with the champagne?
No, man, I don't usually be like before
My free time is where I raise the kids
Teaching how I take care of plants
And cutting the strings
So they're not puppets
Because they're giant beings
I don't know how this thing works
I only write if it's not important
I feel love confuses me
I need to go, my girl is alone. I'm far away
There's no way to copy our sparkle in the eyes
And not relieve our burden on the shoulders
I hold the kids in my arms
I live because I know what angels look like

With me is the chance to be the best they've had
Some blind see well, but not all worship
Christ. If he came through me A mestizo, son of a virgin
Because that's what they said
Eager for something I've been waiting for a lifetime
That all you funny ones wanted, but didn't see shapes
A shout out to the crazy ones, the impertinent
The emotional
For those who don't live a wasted life
Who taught you to like me for my clothes?
Should like me for my strength
Outside the gym, when I try to reconcile: Rush, family, career, addictions, garden, dishes. My man, fuck it
All my idols are gone
They're part of the media I'm against
Fuck all the lines I write are against you and your lukewarm life
I'm the one who goes around
And all this brand always goes out of style fuck it
I train the kids
I explain things every pillar of the system
I reveal the scheme
And why the tower is divided fuck it
I short circuit
In less than a second
I change you and recreate the whole scene
The market, I create it
I sell. You don't produce because I have the consumer's vision
Idiot
I'm a stock market and not the value of the bag
I think long term when I've collected classics
And you've tired the audience repeating the same song from last summer

"Everyone wants to forget they exist, but they show off"
"Paradox that doesn't allow the night to welcome dreams"
"And the anxieties of all kinds"
"I see the guts on the sidewalk"
"A cigarette and a few bottles"
"Marked jeans and high collar"
"I'm left with a few sips of the spliff"
"In the cold of downtown's early mornings"
"She was my number"
"With a scarf, combat boots, overcoat"
"We kissed next to the bar"
"In the middle of the commotion"
"We still didn't know"
"That we had something in common"
"Wanting to leave this world"