Her denial’s complete
She suffocates and seethes
No misfortune nor curse
No real « one » to blame
The world
Inside
Is the lil’ truth which revolves
Around the world
Outside
Ta gueule
Ego
Ta gueule
Me, myself, my own,
I and all all mine
She/we all live in our tower
Alone
Gimme me me/you/her a little more
Gimme me me oh
Gimme gimme some more
Let her ego run far
Let her ego ego go
For her withered ideal
She’s sticking to her guns
And for her
« I and me »
She shoots while asking
For help…
But why?
Ta gueule
Ego
No misfortune no curse
No real one to blame
If you tell her she’s making the right or wrong choices
It’s the same
Ta gueule
Ego
Gimme me me/you/her a little more
But at the end of her bury tale…
« Did she fall, mummy?
-Yes sweetheart, unfortunately she fell down many many times… and she’s still… falling, you know… without even knowing it. »
