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Firestarter
02:31
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I always saw that spring coming
But finally it’s here
And I’m so unprepared
However I get used to seeing
My world crumbling
This time I’m passing out
It’s your turn to watch me fall
I can’t cover my face
There’s no place left to cry
I jumped too high and hit
The ceiling once again
Now I can’t merely hide
Life seems so easy when you’re
Constantly moving backward
And all your whispers are
Dissolving in the sunrise
I wage us leaving on the edge of me
Stood on your feet and pushed you in anxiety
We built this castle on loose soil
Please stare at me
What if this was the last smoke
I can’t hold my breath no more
And nothing’s big enough to gather
Your shattered feelings up
I’m running out of excuses
It seems my demons are not buried deep enough
I miss the ashes you used to spit at my face
I walk these empty streets at night
Waiting for a better morning sight
The dirty sheets and your clean smile are not wrong enough
And the wind is carrying away our fire,
Echoes of the moments we ‘ll never have
I’ll be fucked up anyway
By how all of this will end
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Asymptotes
01:46
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Back down the wall once again
You said my fortress was safe
It seems it keeps crumbling down in the end
I’ve set fire to those maps
I’m exhausted from retracing
I'm used to jump feet forward on those traps
My will dissolved I swallowed it ‘till the last drop
Watch me shrivel my determination
I'm so close to get the perfect knot with my rope
Hear me throw up my salvation
Tomorrow’s brilliant colors
Are gently turning into grey
My beat slows down as my embers allay
The branches we grow are breaking down
Is that a sweet disturbance ?
Don’t you see our promises drifting away?
I swear I’ll stay lucid, warm and strong
I won’t step further with the poisons
These struggles are meant to be clear
There’s no way I invert the flow
If I’m still standing here
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Meridians
02:19
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Does the ocean always heal ?
Is there a way to overstep the meridians between us ?
The summer’s slowly dying
And now I’ve got so many demons to deal with
On my own
Have we become strangers yet ?
I get lost in the vesperal lights of unknown cities
Your voice is so distant
I see some comets splitting up a jet black sky
And I wonder…
Do my words over the phone
Still mean something ?
Is it your ghost or your reflection ?
Why does my life over the years
Seem so stagnant ?
I haven’t slept in so long…
We won't be home again
My heart’ll always be elsewhere
Forever in between
Always stuck in between
We’ll never be home again
Our hearts’ll always be elsewhere
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La forme d'une ville
02:02
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Au creux des rues somnolentes
Les yeux alourdis
Suis-je encore vivant ?
Les dernières ombres vespérales
Dévorent les pavés,
Les quais, l’Arsenal
Défragmentés les coeurs,
Ravivées les révoltes
Dans la fumée, le sang, la sueur
« Désencerclés » les corps,
Je fuis les carlingues bleues
Qui savent si bien happer les morts
Absorber la crasse des boulevards
La routine écrase et la peine se tait
On garde de Paris une de ces maladies d’hiver
Dont on ne guérit jamais
Combien de flammes à attiser
Pour combien d’incendies ?
Chercher encore une marge pour exister
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It takes a lot to get home
But I guess it’s fine
When the light’s always on
« Cheer up »
Echoes on and on
But it’s so hard when everyday
Feels like a permanent night
Worn out of struggling
You know it feels like giving in
Sometimes I feel like giving in
What if this life was about fighting ?
You know it feels like giving in
Sometimes I feel like giving in
And I’m so tired and empty and voiceless
I don’t sleep long but I sleep fast
Even if my body starts winding down
Collecting wounds and stumbling on sights
I’m still searching for a steadier ground
Cause there’s a coldness in every fire I light
Worn out of struggling
You know it feels like giving in
Sometimes I feel like giving in
What if this life was about fighting ?
Sometimes it feels like giving in
You know I won’t be giving in
And I’m so tired and empty and voiceless
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Situations
04:27
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We’ll deconstruct every single one
Of their old white male ideals
They shouldn’t take anything for granted
There’s chaos in all our hearts
I’m gonna « dress up like a girl » if I want to
We’ll kiss each other if we want it,
And burn what we’ve been told
Let’s take back the streets
And light the torches
Because nothing’s ever felt alright.
We write and sing
« The world or nothing »
And raise our fists through the sunlight
Clean polished house,
A white picket fence and a 9-to-5 ?
Let’s fight to build our own value system
We’ll rewrite history books,
Hang them high
And paint all flags in jet black
If scissors beat paper
Then our ardour beats their elite
And all of our hearts will beat
A hundred times more than their speech
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Future ghosts
03:21
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Have we filled up the gaps
In our little lives ?
What is this all about
Drenched in twilight ?
A thousand miles traveled
I can still remember
The hundred faces
The countless stories
I need to go to sleep now
And forget about it all
Will I still be restless
When I wake up too old ?
Will we pin up new places to go ?
Have we all become
What we expected ?
I can’t feel so much more
My shaking hands
Sometimes I wonder
How many ghosts now
Live within my bones,
My old bones…
I wish I’ll always feel homesick
For those places we’ve ever been
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I'll never be missed
02:42
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Have you ever left someone before
In a ghost town you used to call home ?
I’ll never be missed
Sail off into the sunset
This place won’t be missed
Took the fences down
And never came back
Goodbyes seem so pointless
When you’re resigned
Have you ever left someone before
In a ghost town you used to call home ?
Small talks from limping old dogs,
Every street leads to a dead end
(Leave it all behind)
Friends nowhere to be found
Sad settings and meaningless signs
The rumble from the throat of this dull town
Was humming some promises it would never keep
So let’s drive ’til the sun goes down,
Until I lose sight of the darkest part of me
Deep down, we feel this place is cursed
I cherished departure and said :
« I’ll never be missed »
Have you ever left someone before ?
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Catch a glimpse
03:09
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Our bodies have a price set,
But our minds don't have any yet,
We know what we own is not what we get,
These houses are prisons,
These living, fake obsessions,
And we carry on absolving the treasons,
The street is setting the pace,
This fuss isn't sensless
The curtains will close and it will be a mess,
We know the skies we're reaching will keep the clouds away
Every match we strike has to turn into a blaze
Set fire to this game that we don't wanna play,
Will we watch this ship sink untill the end ?
Collecting the few pieces of us that remains,
We're already stitching our wounds, by our own hands,
We'll embrace our fears and doubts as we claim,
We'll all hold the helm since we all are captains
Will we watch this ship sink untill the end ?
Collecting the few pieces of us that remains,
We're already stitching our wounds, by our own hands,
We'll embrace our fears and doubts as we claim,
We all are captains
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Lights in July
02:48
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The kid I once was has never grown up
My old bedroom is full of dull school pictures,
These faces and names I can’t remember
Tiny flickers in the night
We’re bodies bathed in bar lights
The morning sunrise
Seems to ask me where I’ve been
Let me think back
When the night monsters crept in
So drunk, so broke, I feel old at 25
Roaming like a ghost
I guess I saw better days but they don’t fill the frame
I can’t feel any pride
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Nothing seems new under the stars
I feel like I’m caught in cycles
Barely sober most of the time
I’m sick of looking for a home
We live with silhouettes we’ll never follow
And paths we can’t afford
Anything to forget that we will die alone alone alone
Another song that we could sing along
Sing along…
These 50 hour weeks
Start to get the best of me
I’m too tired to cry,
Being busy to get by
We try so hard to stay alive
Despite our aching hearts
And these endless miles of failures
That we never thought to measure
Anything to forget that we will die alone alone alone
Another song, that we could sing along to
Sing along…
What’s the point of being a part of a game
We somehow try to play but never win ?
Our muscles can’t drag us through another day
You know, we sometimes sleep but never dream
We sometimes sleep but never dream
We sometimes sleep but never dream
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Traverse Paris, France
We're a band from Paris playing some indie punk stuff and formed during the summer of ’15.
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