Bang, bang, I used to shot me down...Bang, Bang I hit the ground...And i'm waiting for my soul ending...Will it happear one day? I settle myself, I become clearer letter by a letter. I saw my ideas falling from my roost, i was frightened, i saw the end before it began...and i've let myself fall after...
Usually, i fell and my ideas came after, I felt the changing before it occured. Now I see my ideas falling in me, not like a decline, but like a heap, some particules of me in progress...
Do I become an...
Musique : Tarmac - Inùtil
Tarmac-Tout un pan de moi
et d'autres...
