And so, you're dead again.
Everything is so quiet tonight.
Not like a lemon-sucking morning.
Just like a silence that doesn't hide anything.

Definitely, you're dead again.
Mais sans poser de question.
Sans avis et

sans poésie.

I might be wrong.
I just thought we were linked.
Faut que j'coupe à la hache la naïveté qu'il me reste.