Paroles de Rude

In the forest of melancholy I run like an animal These colours for me to see Those things to recall Absorbing my surroundings Feeding my obsession My insides darkening These clouds of depression Again in my head Heads blow up - sometimes It seems that I love to see See myself crawl in misery I've forgotten the joy of life It's fading in front of my eyes Heads blow up - sometimes I tried to release my soul Covered a dozen times Never found a way out of it Reality grinds