FEAR chanson mars 2011

I feel empty

Like a vase without a flower
Like a spring without summer
Like a child without a father
I feel empty

Like a bird without feather
Like a land without heather
Where I would like to go farther
I feel empty

And all my fear
Comes back and clear
My sinister

I have no feature
And no future
Just a figure

I feel empty

Like a fight without a soldier
Like a fire without a keeper
Like a ring without a boxer
I feel empty

Like a leg without footwear
Like a club without a founder
Like a hand without a finger
I feel empty

And all my fear
Comes back and clear
My own slaughter

I feel empty