>> Your vote is my sole reward
My diagnosis of the days,
The foray in my brains,
Slowly comes to decay,
The manners on the way.
The stimulus that kills,
And my noise that drills,
It's just another day,
I won't pay to stay.
The lack and the needle,
The pills and the noodles,
And the doctor's disorder,
If I come before winter.
The diagrams of the lems,
The lenses off the memes,
Schematics caught offline,
And the reason why you hide.
The blessings of the pope,
And the delivery of the dope,
This call to surrender,
To the fate I am after,
I long before you,
On this train to nowhere,
I abstract the clues,
About this love you spare,
My diagnosis of the days,
Long before you went away,
And the visions of the station,
From my tiny collection.
Que se passe-t-il ?
Je n'avais pas fait ce calcul,
Je n'avais pas pris mes pillules,
Je ne savais rien des chevaux,
Que se passe-t-il ?
Ma main perdue dans tes cheveux,
Ma honte à regarder tes yeux,
Et mes souvenirs des jours heureux.
Je suis perdu mais je n'ai rien vu.