Intranquillité

We're going to die in fancy places
Around the middle of the night, a true classic
Searching for somewhat disgusting energies
For failures, out of sync, hyper-anxiety
It's even better than straying alone
Now all the lost children are at war

Of course!
We cried
Hollows and bumps under an empty sky
Restlessness
Dessassossego, ego echo
Dessassossego, ego ego echo

Of course!
We cried
Hollows and bumps under an empty sky
Restlessness
Dessassossego, ego echo
Dessassossego, ego ego echo

Danced and traversable wanderings
Attempts at re-enchantment, all nerves exposed
Mimicking the confidence of great murderers
In a crash, proliferating in evening wear
It's even sweeter than self-hatred
Watching the lost children go into battle, ah, ah, ahah, ah

Of course!
We cried
Hollows and bumps under an empty sky
Restlessness
Dessassossego, ego echo
Dessassossego, ego ego echo

Of course!
We cried
Hollows and bumps under an empty sky
Restlessness
Dessassossego, ego echo
Dessassossego, ego ego echo

Dessassossego, ego echo
Dessassossego, ego ego echo
Dessassossego, ego echo
Dessassossego, ego ego echo