Status: IDLE Lyrics


No desire, none of this or

None of that

Tired of being someone

Emptiness of the carcass

Getting back home late tired of all

Laying lazy on the sofa

Le cerveau en mode veille

La boîte à merdes comble ta faim

Inner daemons quick arise

What else to do ? You deserve rest

Start to roll & full that empty glass

Fill your thirst

Then one after another

It consumes as you do too

Blanking all your inputs

Then one after another

Self-torture or masturbation

Idle - No implication

Then one after another

Ressasse, sans rien faire

Ressasse, sans cesse, Sans rien faire

Keep turning over

Feeding on smoking potions

Idle but boiling brain

Slow collapse over sewers

Inner daemons quick arise

What else to do ? You deserve rest

Start to roll & full that

Empty glass, fill you thirst

Status IDLE : Nothing/Empty

All is gone, apetite, desire

All to none

So empty, so empty

Locked inside

Entertaining your mind

To self-disgust, so pathetic

Too weak

Hibernate. Tore apart

Desolate. Mind so swamped