Our Tiny Coke Realm

Stand the void in me, have a break and pierce your misery Feel the pride of all your repertoire, swallow it and take it to the bar Not the maddest man, bit I'm in a chamber full of bland Creeps and angels in our fallacy, steep boroughs in our city screen fantasy I'm not a puppet at your door, I'm not your lover anymore You'd step on anything I need, just to be sure this is not greed Split your egery, put mine at the center of your sleeves Have a devil eat it to the core, mend the past, it's sweeping the floor I'm not a puppet at your door, I'm not your lover anymore You'd step on anything I need, just to be sure this is not greed Dis-moi, mais qu'est-ce qu'elle a fait de si royal, pour n'avoir plus de travail ? Son manoir est si swag, on dirait une vaste blague