De Mon Mieux

To the best of my ability, I try to do my best
I don't feel much better, I don't want to show anything in front of them
To the best of my ability, I try to do my best
I don't feel much better, I don't want to show anything in front of them

Escaped from a Tim Burton movie, I'm in my own world, is there a body count?
I'm just running away, may God forgive me, love for my team that my team gives back to me
And the full moon turned me from human to wolf; tomorrow, I'll have changed my mood at dawn
You thought you saw a simple handshake but the bag in the palm was passing from one hand to the other
Nothing but concrete in the panorama, Paris will always have plenty of dead rats
Tamper with the brakes of the Panamera, we'll erase the evidence, yeah, but not our regrets
And the coward is out, the tough guy is rare, you were so proud to deliver the final blow
And now, you're less proud, not afraid of hell but with your head spinning, you have a taste of filth

And before God, I try to do my best
I don't feel much better, I don't want to show anything in front of them
To the best of my ability, I try to do my best
I don't feel much better, I don't want to show anything in front of them

The bills pass from hand to hand, I'm aware that we're heading into the dark
And now that I have less confidence in myself, I boast less and less
I lock my demons in my poems, a rich human being because the world is mine
If the system judges by skin, well, I feel closer to the bohemians
Flowers blooming in mid-May, I have way too many enemies but
I made grand gestures to make them understand that it was useless so I get to work

And I do my best, I try to do my best
I don't feel much better, I don't want to show anything in front of them
To the best of my ability, I try to do my best
I don't feel much better, I don't want to show anything in front of them