Re: French translation!
In my box I'm the king.
I'm afraid of me.
Why have you put in my box?
In your corner, your face fades.
You look like in all respects to my creator.
You have instilled in me the worst of all vices.
I dream of chlorine and there you are.
The end of my chain, I t'effleure, I'll breeze.
You remain the cause of my distress.
You led the colors to extinction.
The image has been tarnished over time
While here, he always seemed slower.
Let me die,
That breaks my eyes.
Your plight is silent
The Death has locked up with me.
The gestures are accelerated,
The walls are closing.
Our bodies collide.
Our muscles convulse.
Our eyes roll upward,
The sounds become saturated.
Your limbs ripped under my teeth,
Silence, I disappear.
Your limbs ripped under my teeth,
And you get you off with me.
The fury we eat;
We would love later.
Oh, my body bends
Under the weight of feelings.
Oh, my body is torn.
The walls have seen me rot.
Looks down
When I raise my hand.
In my box I'm the king,
So dance for me.
Behind the door,
The nature of panics.
Silence: I want to hear,
Silence: I want to see.
Just once.
I want out.
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