Le boîte et la lune:
Distorted time calls for misfortune lines,
Its Been a while, simmered down,
I best leave to prow,
“Prow what kind sir?” said the lady avec le fur
Idk, I’ve been strapped in this club a little more than one could love,
Another night that has reached beyond my sights,
Exacerbated by my obligations to hedonism.
Stuck in the mud with my spiralling thoughts, a light and a few mannys (oh what a delight!)
Wondering if I’ll make it out tonight attached with innards and equipped with my facades which perpetuate this ever living nightmare that I cast once the sky becomes slightly dark.
Ouais, ouais, ouais,
Je vais au parc avec ma dart, belle bouteille and an empty heart,
I provide a justification,
Not an illustration,
To try and downplay my obliteration,
My innards went on vacation,
I suppose brain finds it hard to resist temptation,
Probably a testament to my lack of patience,
I find myself On my way to living like a vagrant!