With a cold face, I throw myself back into a heap of vices
Another evening where I serve myself a drink
I could stop this but I have the excuse of many crises
And that problems prevent me from having choices

I'm drunk, I'm not stupid
I just say what they want to hear
I remember, I recall
Before we throw ashes
I know you know my shows
I sing them in front of his grave
Everything was fine before
But life takes you to a room
But it's not the same as mine
Because your room is cold
Despite everything we tried
We did everything to mess it up
I didn't fill my heart with love
I only filled the liver
I'm going to rap about your death
While mourning with my voice

My days are the same
Since I filled the water bottle
Don't think it's a show
I don't give a damn about being respected
I'll go to the end of my dreams
No matter if I catch fire
Anyway, I see everything as a game
But my game, it's not funny
It's not funny, it's violent
I'm going to transcribe it on a violin
I see everything spinning, it's getting annoying
Everything is disturbing, everything is too long
I drowned but not in water
And I saw them when they wanted my death
But they didn't have everything to do it
I'm tearing myself apart
To try to forget everything that hurts me, everything that slows me down

There's like a void in the house
I hear the sound of the wind
I spy every night
At the window, I see mom finishing the wine
I can't do anything to change it
Probably what haunts me
If I could go back I would have changed the line of the drawing
I've taken many more detours
Than any human
I felt her heart stop when I held her hand
I had promised her to be a strong man
But I faltered again
But I swear to her that I will change
But now it's too late
For him to hear me again
For him to hear me again, I would have to end my days
I shouldn't be long in joining him
With all that I still consume
Imagining a different setting from the one that surrounds me
Yeah, damn Klem

My days are the same
Since I filled the water bottle
Don't think it's a show
I don't give a damn about being respected
I'll go to the end of my dreams
No matter if I catch fire
Anyway, I see everything as a game
But my game, it's not funny
It's not funny, it's violent
I'm going to transcribe it on a violin
I see everything spinning, it's getting annoying
Everything is disturbing, everything is too long
I drowned but not in water
And I saw them when they wanted my death
But they didn't have everything to do it
I'm tearing myself apart
To try to forget everything that hurts me, everything that slows me down

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