CK II Chanel N*6

Come to me through the channels of the soul

Pantheon of designer rock 'n' roll

The war broke out in the back of my head

No victims but several dead

Clear the lounge furnished with skulls

Put out my heart and replace it with pulse

Love is the glue of our fragmentary nature

Highly compatible with winner culture

Marx in the red corner, Machiavelli in the blue

Equality asked for knock-out and got it too

The police shield and the ares-licking swan

System run by N. Selection & Son

Charles Darwin I don't want to be rude

But the panic-stricken herd trade their necks for food

Ladykillers maneaters fight about the roadmaps

Predators chase prey from mobile death traps

Coco Chanel - welcome to hell

Let me out of my prison cell

I bring you hot towels and flamboyant oils

I'm a cat stuck between transparent doors

Prometheus chained I wait for the eagle

To peck out my liver through the bullet-proof glass

Survival of the fittest suits me fine

The truth as it was told to me by Calvin Klein