I sell feelings
I cry and grit my teeth
I came, I saw, and I lost
I dig with my hands in relatives' pockets
You live and don't feel it and you give me advice
I heat up the atmosphere
But I'm alone tonight too
I just drift along and while I squeeze her hands
That smell of other hands
You laugh and look like a hyena
I scream and look like a monkey
You carve every kind of adventure on your back
I cling to any excuse
You don't care about others
We're perfect machines made of words, of lightning bolts
We're machines invented by a slightly animal mind
Where a heartbeat and a roar are both a ritual
For whoever loses and whoever wins
Next one like me, step up
But what do you want from me?
But what do you want from me?
But what do you want from me?