Happy Death Day, Paris

Ashes everywhere
Corpses all bare
What a peaceful sight
To a dreadful night
Can you hear the beat?
The drums pulsating with the heat?
And the dissipated souls from the fight
They're all dancing 'round in the neon jet light
Do you see him there?
Is he still chasing the pair?
Give a kiss, end the despair
A knife in the heart won't be worse
Than a chimeric lover's hurt

Tell me how to hold no grudge
When a part of me's still in the mud
Of the Seine's sharp tiptoe
Brittle, brittle, little volcano
Invasive thoughts, poisoned brain
A sudden stroke rebuts the pain
I hold the Apple, implant in the ground
They all faded away, I don't see them 'round
Looking in the bleeding starred
But breathing in pressures scars
Till the rusty roll rewinds back
To the moment I jumped off track

Roaming souls everywhere
The getaway tracks are still there
From when I jumped in the car
Drowned my sorrow in the bar
And disappeared in the dark
What a cruel thing to do
Push a soul into the exile
In its absence spread lies
And to its reputation set fire
When the pillar-bones are taken
What's left is no more human
And so I watched from the cave
My planted seeds burn in flames
My melting mind echo names
I knew there'd be no return
But a rebirth in heaven
To end the churn

The new sun renders it all void
Splashing the news on the tabloids
With the rest of the world at my feet
I silently blew all their fleets

Tell me how to hold no grudge
When a part of me's still in the mud
Of the Seine's sharp tiptoe
Brittle, brittle, little volcano
Invasive thoughts, poisoned brain
A sudden stroke rebuts the pain
I hold the Apple, implant in the ground
They all faded away, I don't see them 'round
Looking in the bleeding starred
But breathing in pressures scars
Till the rusty roll rewinds back
To the moment I jumped off track

But while they're envying my New City
Looking over the Atlantic
Blossoms a raging lily, current-swept, so chaotic
Paris is yours to fight my dear
That stinking graveyard remnant of my past
Light up the way, show me the path
Castle on bones, pink-rosy skies
Again the blighted Paname shall rise
Rise, rise

Two years since, the shutters closed fast
I guess there'll be no last kiss
Happy Death Day, Paris



Credits
Writer(s): Ralph Diab
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