Obsessed by the void, the nothingness,
the black hole that opens before me as giant as a billion
Twenty years, twenty years, I already feel dried up ,
tired, enough of hating, of feeling invaded
of bad vibes to which I must obey
what should I choose, live or die?
Dying, the idea flirts with my neurons,
everyone has their own handicaps, we must nevertheless live in this fauna,
at the risk of ending up tombified in France,
fortified by methadone, zombified by alms
in my life there are only clones of ghosts
everything changes like a silicone breast
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my god, my god...
I see my life as a zone..
heavy with a burdened past
I feel weighed down all over lots of things
that people wanted to impose on me and reason with
words resonate in my head
like a beast that we are trying to tame
too crazy for them
they want to control me
I'm paralyzed, disillusioned, it's too much
listen, speechless how this has worn me out ©exhausted
a real neurotic,
is it by weakness or by excess of tenderness
for my fathers and the dispenser of caresses
how long will it take for me to gain wisdom?
so that I finally stand up?
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There is nothing left that I love,
nothing that I laugh about anymore,
only this smell of formalin
that sticks to my throat .
Drowned, lost in good words,
nailed to the ground, I should see my halo.
I only see meager guibolles,
symbols of the monopoly of the sex symbol,
we're fed up!
I no longer have the strength to fight,
the chest to withstand,
too many sprains, I have to amputate.
An existence of struggle, too often I have fallen
looking for my goal, tired of feeling persecuted
Jaded, jaded to discuss,
wipe everything I tried too hard,
you have to forgive me.
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