Rites of Passage : Transition

One last spit on the ground
Ignore the things she said, ignore the things she did
Accept a dying tumor that only time will kill, waiting slowly...

One last breath
Think about the things we've done, think about the things to come
And take a step back in life, dive in a bittersweet end, try to pick up the pieces

I build my shell of sorrow
No farewell
No tomorrow

Knot in my stomach and breath with one lung,
Absurd daily life but I still need to fight
Hands on my eyes to... retain my tears
Nails on my palm...
While I'm clenching my fists
Affection... affliction... persists
There is no coming back
No point of return
Doomed to bear my burden
But lifting my eyes

One last look on the phone
Forget the smiles she had, forget the pleasure she gave
Reject the remembrance of an expired memory, waiting slowly...

One last rage
Don't let the choices you've made become your daily regrets
Refuse the reminiscence, Take responsibilities

I build my shell of sorrow
No farewell
No tomorrow
Affection... affliction... persist
There is no coming back
No point of return
Doomed to bear my burden
But lifting my eyes

Affection, affliction persists
Doomed to bear my burden
Lifting my eyes

No other rage...
No other spit on the ground
No innocence, preference, difference, neutral feelings