PUKE SOMETHING Lyrics (English Translation) – Ptite Soeur, neophron & FEMTOGO

[Verse 1: Femtogo & Ptite Soeur]
I spit on your narrow minds, tighter than my sisters’ tuck.
See these racists’ heads beneath the twenty-two-inch wheels of my truck.
What do you know of oppression? Son of a suburb, you know nothing.
Ask the kid what it’s like to be gay when you’re still in junior high.
You want me to talk, you pieces of shit? Don’t you vomit when I speak.
I was understood by no one, ‘cept a few kids from social services.

But, kid, why you showing off?
Look at me, I’m sick to my stomach.
But kid, you’re only fourteen.
I don’t give a damn, it makes me feel good.
Kid, no one gets you anymore.
But I don’t care, in the end, there’s nothing.
Kid, you scare your mother.
Don’t worry, I’ll tell mom.

Why do you escape through the windows?
Because the night, it never judges.
Why you got a blade in your jacket?
‘Cause those pigs, they’re fifty years old.
“Do you know this is all disgusting?”
I know, little fool, but I got no choice.
“And why don’t you embrace who you are?”
‘Cause they don’t give me permission.

The kid paces all night, stitches his wounds with whiskey.
Vomits it all out in the hydrangeas.
To go home, he better not stagger.
Mom and Dad might hear him and justify themselves; he can’t take it anymore.
School is already hell, he don’t need another problem.
Only 2D and his Flaki look at him with any honesty.
One day, he knows he’ll be happy, but for now, you gotta bury it.
He performs for people who never even liked him.
“I am a man,” oh, like they say… I cross-dress just to feel safe.

[Verse 2: Ptite Soeur]
Hands in pockets, jaw clenched tight, I had to die just to prosper.
This world wants to erase you, kid, ’cause you’ll never fully surrender.
No one here knows the procedure, you’re only allowed to be human on the CD.
Okay, how you gonna feel when being human is too much for them? Huh?

Kid, tell me how it feels, strapped in by their facade of masculinity.
Twenty years later, we find the crack ’cause before, I thought of nothing else.
The way out, bastard, maybe it ain’t death.
No one understood the maneuver ’cause they weren’t on board. Yeah.

Every human is wasted by the system they’re forced into.
My mother thought I was hiding every time I lit a blunt. (She was right.)
As a kid, when I’d down two liters of cooking rum…
(You know) It was a consequence, never the cause.
How can you be honest without a cause?
The cameras watch us without a pause.
We come from the asshole of the world, bastard,
I grew up without a ticket. Yeah.
Today, I shock the metropolis we never knew. Yeah.
“Live happy, live hidden”—that never saved me. Yeah.

[Verse 3: Ptite Soeur & Femtogo]
Before my pride was real, it had already set sail.
Mine died in a public bathroom stall.
We’re all God’s children, if there is a God…
Then why hasn’t He given a sign?
An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth; I’ve turned the other cheek enough.
I’ve bruised my body too much, I’ve bruised my heart too much.
“Tomorrow will be better, kid,” it’s just another day.

[Outro: Ptite Soeur]
You wanna expose us, you bastards? We’re already doing it without you.
Today, my art’s more valuable than the pics of my lower belly and my c—t
That were passed around on Skype chats when I was just a girl.

We were born beautiful. The world made us ugly.
Now it’s our turn to make the world beautiful.
And if it’s not more beautiful, then at least it’ll be more real.

I haven’t eaten since yesterday noon, and
I spent the night holding my piss because
I forgot, again, to consider my own body.
It’s fine. We’ve held on this way so far.
I’ll make the same mistakes on a loop,
Until I break free or until I die. We’ll see.

Right now, we’re even talking to the fools who see nothing beyond the surface.
Please, listen for just two seconds.
It’s time to reconnect with your sensitivity.
Break the pattern, you idiots.
Turn the loop into an upward spiral.
No one is perfect, least of all your image.
So don’t wait for an angel to save you. Be the angel.

Thanks to Neo’ for being one of the first to truly see me.
Thanks to Femto’ for daring to say what I never dared tell anyone.
Thanks to the humans who don’t succumb to the stupidity of their ego.

We haven’t finished digging yet.
And we’re getting closer, step by step, to the core.
The real one. The one that rises above the filth of its environment.
The one you’re born with.

Because I’m far too empathetic
And vulnerable to let us live in a sterilized world
Where even ethics becomes a performance.

So go get fucked… or get real.