Nda : Ceci sonnait étrangement comme un rap dans mon crâne lorsque je l’ai écris. Seule et à bout au milieu de nul part au bord d’un pré ; lecture.
[Do I look like I’m crying ?
Try again, I won’t be abused.
Don’t you wanna beat me ?
The thought thrills me.
I might wanna live something.
I might wanna do something.
Any of them indeed, just play with me.
Distract me from my own mind.
Let me dig my brain’s fingers in your body.
Rub my cells against your hardened…laugh.
Ain’t the Game waiting.
[Joking while drinking numb.
Ain’t got nothing to pay.
Ain’t got nothing to say.
There’s too much for a single prayer.
There’s too much to be a story teller.
But I am. As I am. Just who am I ?
Doesn’t matter, an other looser.
Climbing down my own madness.
Climbing down to reach happiness.
Running after my nightmare ghost.
Afraid to lose the lose control.
Why would I want to be…whatever I could ?
Lost, cause I’m lost.
And ain’t the Game waiting.
[I tripped on a smoky dream.
Keep on tryna explain it.
Keep on tryna release it.
Just wanna fly and fly so high.
That I won’t be able to fall back.
That I won’t be able to wake back.
Maybe I should die while I’m still up ?
& away, North South far from earth.
That’s what I need to feel alive.
That’s why I need to feel alive.
But ain’t the Game waiting.
[Watch the darkness smile.
Listen his melody.
Drink his agony.
Swallow the shadow.
Feel it extending his dirty claws.
Stroking my curves.
Exploring my being.
I’m still dreaming of it.
How beautiful it was down there.
How beautiful I felt in the ground’s arms.
Surrounded by sins.
Singing blooming lies.
Realize, ain’t the Game waiting.
[I fell for that depression.
I’m still travelling through retaliation.
But why would I want to fight ?
I intentionally turned off the light.
Can’t see its judging side anymore.
Can’t see it justified anymore.
Don’t wanna stick to the core.
Don’t wanna be part of the score.
Sayin’ I should bright alone.
Sayin’ but ain’t got no flow.
Sad, so sad.
But I prefer this illusion.
This version of a rooted world.
Fully and only mine.
My holy overland.
So tryna touch me.
So tryna see me.
Feeling odd suddenly.
Sick of it while still fully…
Don’t forget, ain’t the Game waiting.
[Speaking of the devil.
It’s like calling my name in the night.
Crossed fingers as a knight.
I’m listening your bloody scream.
Will you have a stupid role ?
Theatre of broken myths.
Enter the game and hope to win.
Enter the game, I’m still playing.
Always away in fantasy.
Panting and painting reality.
What do you think, of course I cheated.
And yes, that’s a pity.
But shut up, dance with me.
Call me a fool, it’s destiny.
I might have no lasting sanity.
Cause ain’t the Game waiting for me, neither anybody.