Insomnia

INSOMNIA


Several times I had this kind of lighting
Never for the same reasons
Never for my own comfort
And this time is the last
I'm prepared to let my past

This final prickle will stay the evocation of my
sickly mirages...
sickly glint...
sickly trap...
Listening to this croaking voice...
Listening to this abused voice...
Listening to this clearness voice...
It's 4 am

I'm not a groupie, i'm not hazardous
I'm just too risky and maybe alone
I can't find sleep
I don't want it
I'd like to live my chimera

My body is my own slave, like a night's tool
Like a star's machine...
Like a hope's machine
Like a death's machine
Listening to this fog in my head...
Listening to this secret in my brain...
Listening to this disquiet in my body...
It's 5 am

You are the elk in my flesh
You are the burst in my lode
You are the rise in my soul
You are the access in my heart
Just my aspiration, just my sublimation

The final prickle will stay the evocation of my
sickly mirages...
sickly glint...
sickly trap...
Listening to this moaning...
Listening to this disenchanting...
Listening to this signal...
It's 6 am

Sun is here, light is here, life is back
Oh reality
Oh certitude
Oh evidence
I'm closing my eyes and my past.

Mmh...ça fait très torturé, j'adore

ce sont des paroles qui vont servir a une chanson?
je suis de l'avis de nettle

oui ce sont des paroles pour une chanson, une sorte d'homage à une période maintenant révolue...