I stare at cockroaches on the walls
How can you live in a room so small ?
Even the drugs are bad my friend
Decency here is out of range
I lay like in a coffin in between the walls
You show up inside the crystal ball
And when the light begins to fade
I feel their legs crawling again
They come, they crave for me, they die
You inspire and exhale an overused oxygen
Since you left me with only the walls
I find in them some helpless hope
and when the light begins to fade
The walls are closing in again
They come, they crave, with me they dive
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La collaboration avec Sleaford Mods justifie à elle seule l'écoute de cet album puissant d'un groupe français exemplaire pour l'artistique et l'éthique UQSYMERE