Play dead

J'explore et retombe sur Début, écouté en boucle en 98 sans
vraiment le comprendrz, sans doute,  dans la petite chambre de
l'internat. Pourtant chaque chanson me parle alors comme elles
raisonnent en moi ce soir.

Belle conclusion que celle-ci :


darling stop confusing me

with your wishful thinking

hopeful enbraces

don't you understand?

i have to go through this

i belong to here where

no-one cares and no-one loves

no light no air to live in

a place called hate

the city of fear


i play dead 

it stops the hurting

i play dead

and hurting stops


it's sometimes just like sleeping

curling up inside my private tortures

i nestle into pain

hug suffering

caress every ache


i play dead

it stops the hurting