L'Envol Du Grabataire (Ode à Famine) lyrics by Peste Noire. Jours couleur merde, saveur crépuscule Vie crade tout autour ces crapules D'hommes-chiens me...
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Jours couleur merde, saveur crépuscule
Vie crade tout autour ces crapules
D'hommes-chiens me suffoquent
De mon crâne
Ils ont fait une cellule, une grotte
Où crimes, névroses, idées noires
Comme des crapauds sautent
Pullulent!
De coups et de crottes
Est taguée ma mémoire
Mon présent dévoré
Par la dépression
Famine
Dernier siècle
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