Songtexte: Gazette. Cockroach [English].

I am moving on a deep and muddy bottom and

wearing unrecognized feathers. Am I "attractive"?

The "unreasonable" action suits me, doesn't it? That's fine. I'm living, spoiled very fuck'in doubter!



Natural born trash human

Natural born worthless fellow

Natural born rebel spirit

It is as good as rotted oranges



I stretch my arm and stare off a far wall.

Do you see this muzzle that aims at your head now?

Now by this hand in a free cockroach some time

Do you see this muzzle that aims at your head now?

I am seen, in the future when you fall on ground...



I wanna believe that I can reach it if I stretch my arm.



Natural born trash human

Natural born worthless fellow

Natural born rebel spirit

It is as good as rotted oranges