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Autour de moi Je ne vois pas Qui sont les anges Sûrement pas moi Encore une fois Je suis cassée Encore une fois Je n'y crois pas |
I'm Me!
Can you dig it.
My meat is real,
My hands;how they move
balanced like little demons,
My hair: so twined and writhing,
The skin of my face; pinch the cheeks,
My flaming sword tongue,
spraying verbal fire-flys
I'm real.
I'm human
But I'm not an ordinary man
No No No
Can you dig it.
My meat is real,
My hands;how they move
balanced like little demons,
My hair: so twined and writhing,
The skin of my face; pinch the cheeks,
My flaming sword tongue,
spraying verbal fire-flys
I'm real.
I'm human
But I'm not an ordinary man
No No No
What are you doing here?
What do you want?
Is it music?
We can play music.
But you want more.
You want something and someone new.
What do you want?
Is it music?
We can play music.
But you want more.
You want something and someone new.
Am I right?
Of course I am.
You want ecstasy
Desire and dreams.
Things not exactly what they seem.
I lead you this way, he pulls that way.
I'm not singing to an imaginary girl.
I'm talking to you, my self.
Let's recreate the world.
The palace of conception is burning.
Look. See it burn.
Bask in the warm hot coals.
Look. See it burn.
Bask in the warm hot coals.
Of course I am.
You want ecstasy
Desire and dreams.
Things not exactly what they seem.
I lead you this way, he pulls that way.
I'm not singing to an imaginary girl.
I'm talking to you, my self.
Let's recreate the world.
The palace of conception is burning.
Look. See it burn.
Bask in the warm hot coals.
Look. See it burn.
Bask in the warm hot coals.
You're too young to be old
You don't need to be told
You want to see things as they are.
You know exactly what I do
Everything.
