Inanimate
I might be reborn or it might burn my skin
I just don't care, at least I'll finally feel something
Tickle every needles stuck in this voodoo doll
Stab it, stab it, stab it
Listen the sound that comes
That comes from this fucking empty wreck
From this carbonized heart
I'm this disheartened man
Who knows that he might end burnt-out?
I just don't care, at least I'll finally feel something
Tickle every needles stuck in this voodoo doll
Stab it, stab it, stab it
Listen the sound that comes
That comes from this fucking empty wreck
From this carbonized heart
I'm this disheartened man
Who knows that he might end burnt-out?
Credits
Writer(s): Matteo Buil Gelsomino, Florestan Durand, Amael Durand, Nicolas Delestrade, Charles Henri Teule
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