Paradigme

In the cold night, I cry tears of ice
And not a glimmer of hope where I roam
The souls of the evening we meet on the sidewalks are often lost
And carry within them, twisted desires and dark thoughts

Like all the cats hanging out on the boulevards
I'm alone tonight, still torn in this drowning
And the night is cold enough to freeze

Mom, Dad, it hurts, I think I'm hurt
Left to linger on the side of the road
The night is dirty and my head is crying on the pavement

During the night, the paradigms fade away
The masks fall to celebrate nothingness and madness
In this riddle we call life
I want to run and cry

During the night, I feel the threat
Among the shadows, I see monsters and vultures
I have a knot in my stomach that stresses me out, possesses me, and keeps me
From seeing clearly in this world where everything oppresses me

I’m burning out, I light my own fuse
Oh, life is so short, I need to hurry
And if I go out, it’s to erase everything from my memory

I would have wanted calm and to avoid the drama
And to dodge the tragedies but it’s already too late
Life is burning me but in the night I find my moment of glory

During the night, the paradigms fade away
The masks fall to celebrate nothingness and madness
In this riddle we call life
I want to run and cry