Les dessous de mon Palm Pilot my schedule is full of useless hours late again at the meeting point covered with dust my black suit is ruint I run after my cleaner ghost my ennemy has got a leather strap I am collateral damage spamming my life with love affairs I run after my ancient rage corrupted in the way I walk my greener grass just gets them stoned behind our slap-happy masks we all have something to destroy a giant truck takes all my hopes three times a day, sunday excepted acclaimed by criticised big shots i feel like shit that stinks a lot split your time in two it will give two smaller parts one is waiting for the other sliding on a bitter slope the precious minutes you catch stolen from stress and speed the more you fought for that the more they are fragile distance has a strengh no one can deny it's an anti-leather power keeping you untight