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Sleeping pills (French)

ChristineM

"Be strong", I whispered to my coffee.
Premium Member

Pill
I wake up and take sleeping pills.
I take the subway amid the pack, I dream of flying
to these warm countries far away from here,
away from this job that's killing me, digging my grave.
I wake up and take sleeping pills.
All days are the same, that's so ****ing sad I want to die
when you really own nothing but the paycheck every month,
the TV, the couch and the loan to pay off.

I roam the streets, the places where nobody awaits me,
the ones I meet stare through my locked gaze.
I talk to inconspicuous people like me,
slaves wearing muzzles, knowing better than to talk.
I'm playing dead, I'm showing off, I pretend to exist
But in the shadow of the mirror I see nothing but sadness.
Paranoid in the streets, I'm ****ing ranting,
hooked on money I walk straight to my grave
in a golden coffin, no less, I want to be buried
but I can only afford the mass grave.
One day for sure I'll end up grabbing a gun
and I'll go out in the street, just move and I'll smoke you!
They'll send me to rock bottom with a bullet in the head
but that'll be no ****ing worse than my ****ing everyday life.

I wake up and take sleeping pills.
I take the subway amid the pack, I dream of flying
to these warm countries far away from here,
away from this job that's killing me, digging my grave.

I have friends and girlfriends, I don't know their names.
We all wander the webs, we're sure caught inside them.
We're sure nothing at all, nothing but emptiness, thin air,
we're sure nothing, nothing but dead, living dead.
I dream of meeting the Miami girls one day
and the subway stations go by, I get off at Vitry1
In the subway passages I spit on the walls
but the nation is watching me, the nation is watching me.

I am a dead man, stuck between four walls.
I am I am I am a modern man.
I bang my head and try to escape
but the watchtowers follow me, yes they follow me.

I know they watch me up there, from the satellites.
I try to escape in my American dreams.
What future awaits me? The knife, the stab in the back.
I know for sure, deep inside, they want to do me in.
Three days in the subway, me I follow the herd,
towards the slaughterhouse, on all fours, on my back.
They'll make me do the same tricks my parents and yours did
so that a mother****ing shareholder can go and swim with the dolphins.

I wake up and take sleeping pills.
I take the subway amid the pack, I dream of flying
to these warm countries far away from here,
away from this job that's killing me, digging my grave.
I wake up and take sleeping pills.
All days are the same, that's so ****ing sad I want to die
when you really own nothing but the paycheck every month,
the TV, the couch and the loan to pay off, yes.

Amphetamine over Lexomil, ecstasy over Valium,
the heroin of my nights, acids in chewing gums.
Some pills for Mom2, some anti-self-deprecants3,
some Viagra for old men, tranquilizers for the children.
Neuroleptics everywhere, we're just dreaming of the day
when we'll stop fighting against the light4.
The society is lost, our loves subdued by tranquilizers
in a slumber in the hearts of these trainloads of losers.
Tell me, when will it come, the day of enthusiasm5?
Here it's all over, Paris is not Paris anymore,
among righteous leftists and anarchists of my country
the only light comes from TV and the girls always say yes.

Ecstasy satellite, my mind in an artificial slumber.
Will I see them one day, the Miami girls?
Modern times in the coal mine, I try to know who I am,
a sunburn will cost you dearly.
Porn and spliffs have no effect on me, not anymore.
Me, I spit my rage in the face of destiny.
Subway stations are my only road,
under the acid rains, trying to dodge the drops.
So at night I wander like a wolf in the plain,
who will replace the poison in the vein?

And I seek in the stars someone I could offer my body to,
in the pigsty nightclubs I wallow in the dance-floors
(dance-floors)
in the pigsty nightclubs I wallow in the dance-floors
(dance-floors)
 
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