Poeme : In Your Face

Conflict, terror, hear the noise
You’re on the edge of a nerve-racking force
But oh my god, here’s the fight
Never siege, never riot, must defy

Well look at me, what do you see ?
Another trophy, a living fucking dead beat
Close your eyes, take a step inside
Guess what I took your life
Step back uncover your eyes
Insanity and normality its not What you call reality
But you will, always forget
One thing I’d like you to know

I don’t give a flying fuck mother fucker
I don’t give a flying fuck mother fucker
I don’t give a flying
I don’t give a flying,
I don’t give a flying FUCK

Ill never wait for any interference
When the other people talk all over my shit
But do I speak thee, yes I do
So fuck hypocrisy and fuck you too

kɔ̃flikt, teʁɔʁ, əaʁ tə nwazə
iuʁə ɔ̃ tə εdʒə ɔf a nεʁvə ʁakiŋ fɔʁsə
byt ɔ mi ɡɔd, əʁəεs tə fiɡt
nəve sjəʒə, nəve ʁjo, myst dəfi

wεll luk a mə, wa do iu si ?
anɔtœʁ tʁɔfi, a liviŋ fykiŋ dəad bəa
klozə iuʁ εj, takə a stεp ɛ̃sidə
ɡεs wa i tuk iuʁ lifə
stεp bak œ̃kɔve iuʁ εj
ɛ̃saniti ɑ̃d nɔʁmaliti its no wa iu kal ʁəaliti
byt iu wij, alwε fɔʁʒε
ɔnə tiŋ ide likə iu to knɔw

i dɔnte ʒivə a fliiŋ fyk mɔtœʁ fyke
i dɔnte ʒivə a fliiŋ fyk mɔtœʁ fyke
i dɔnte ʒivə a fliiŋ
i dɔnte ʒivə a fliiŋ,
i dɔnte ʒivə a fliiŋ fyk

ill nəve wε fɔʁ ani ɛ̃tεʁfəʁɑ̃sə
wɛ̃ tə ɔtœʁ pəɔplə talk al ɔve mi ʃi
byt do i spəak ti, iεs i do
so fyk ipɔkʁizi ɑ̃d fyk iu tu