This is where noises & sounds are.You can listen what we're up to!
Limp as you'd likeEverybody diesPray if you mustTry
Chills run through me, they cut through meA mental panic, I'
You're fighting over crumbs and starving in the shitBurning
There goes the neighborhoodHere come them fuckin' niggas
Do it againAnd I'll see you tomorrowI want to get it
Regardons-nous, implacables viandards tout autourÀ l'
I hear your voiceAnd I know you want to follow meI know
Real thing I’m feelingNo eyes can see itPart dream, part
Those days, where were we to go?Stumbling down the empty str
Music is a way to express myself when words fall apart. It is a white noise, a ferocious river I am pulled by but also one I share and listen.