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