V.I.T.R.I.O.L. [English translation]

Your cries are ground up, your life is wasted to suck the enemy

I’m afraid of falling to never get up again

I’m afraid of hating you forever and my life passing

I haven’t healed, you see I grow weary

Tired of hearing you tell me how to live

Tired of carrying these empty bags

Tired of listening to these bored people talk

Tired of listening to these envying people talk

Tired of listening to these people, I should lie down

I’m afraid of sleeping and never waking up again

I’m afraid of still having to believe it every night

Tears of panic, sanded-down face

Terror in down time, each day seems a bit shorter to me

Each useless minute, each day sinks deeper into me, how it makes my head spin

I don’t have the time anymore

Ruin and sew our torn hearts, mutilated by your treatment

I would never, never have thought of damaging you, giving up on you

I surrender, my arms let go of seeing you, so real

So you

Ready to lose everything to keep your wild dream, its ghost

I hate myself, I was mistaken

I would go find my strength in the hate that you nurse

Glue my hands onto your heart of rancor

Extracting the acrid suicide

Clench my fists on your heart of rancor

Emptying the pungent liquid of temper

Disfigured from easy acrimony, here you are, ugly from living

Starved of wishes, too much appetite

Hostile excitement, here you are, completely eager, collapsed

Too much appetite my girl, I could very well end up making you vomit

How many more years

How much time

Nothing will ever be like before

How many times, in the heart of you, how many times

Your truth has hated me

Nothing will be like before

Nothing will be like before

• Artist:Eths
• Album:Tératologie