Mental Distress - Pas beaucoup d'avenir

Gamin blessé

Côtés sombres de chaque vie, les secrets ça s'enterrent comme une honte
On croit que rien ne va ressortir et on prie fort pour pas qu'ils nous étouffent

Grandir dans la peur et sentir une crainte quand on entend son nom
On rase les murs sans paix pour fuir les coups du tortionnaire
C'est ni l'évasion, ni le temps
C'est ni la rédemption, ni la distance
Qui feront oublier l'humiliation, qui feront oublier son ancienne vie
On a lapidé toute son enfance, pour le plaisir d'un gosse paumé
J'irai chercher mon innocence, j'ai perdu toute ma joie cette année là

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Writer(s): Emilien Zwiller
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