J'appuie sur la gâchette [English translation]

Alone in the dim light, with my past, trying to remember the joys and reasons to which I take the monotony of this life.

More disarmed than the first day, the white years of my youth had left to be possessed

About the aftertime, huh, the aftertime, I don't even dare thinking about it

Empty is my life, and yet, no, I didn't choose. As the present is only nothingness.

It sure all began the day I'm born, the day I didn't come across the right fairy which would have made me what I'm not. What happens to often envy me, those the life has endow of a chance.

But me, well unfortunately I'm not there.

And deprived of that, for who should I lead a fight ?

Anyway it's not worth it, I know the tune but I don't have the strenght

My love for life resulted of a divorce

So I do I dreamt to know the ideal idyll, the crave, the passion

to not lose the thread. Leave straight away the city, be isolated on an island, instead of that my life pop out, sneak out and run out homeless.

I've always raise up my head even kneeling but tonight I am

tired of fighting and seriously think of disconnect everything

Winter put up his coat, as if the death was already here, so close to me

The cold lacerate my skin, just like this life that I don't want anymore.

Lost in these thoughts and everything continues to complain for me

Well, tonight I'll crack up, unable to escape my destiny

The soul stressed, the brain compressed, like used by the war of nerves to which I have to give myself. Undergo, ruthless, unrelentingly; here's my life

Grey seems the future and black is the color of my mind

I don't try to understand anymore, nor to get myself heard, I'm the herd with a number stuck to the back. Daily grind, sanitized of the brain, my ultime evasion is in the gush of these words.

Forty years of setbacks spent to the light of despair, you can trust me it leaves traces in the mirror

I have the neurons affected, the heart infected, tired of fighting, having to support the fatality and the weight of a life of missed.

That's why I isolate myself, why I remain alone, alone in my head, free, free to be a slave, actually fighting in retreat,

fleeing this aesthetes's world while bugger up my head

Okay I stop dead, I pull the trigger.

• Artist:Suprême NTM