

{heavy floor-tom heartbeat rhythm,
sharp industrial synth-staccato, racing pulse intro} I shudder in the dark,
the scavengers arrive If I lose my footing,
they’ll swallow me alive.
The pressure is a weight,
the rhythm is a curse But I’m charting out the map,
for better or for worse.
Hear the tempo rising,
like a hammer in the frame The pulse is the fire,
the heart is the game.
{trembling intense sharp delivery,
metallic echo on hammer}
Hammering away, against the hollow chest Hammering away,
I’m putting it to the test.
{rhythmic percussive driving delivery}
Aide-moi, je suis en vie,
the rhythm is a train
Hard to stay gentle,
while I’m dancing in the rain.
Measure the velocity, the runaway demand
Help, I’m awake, and I’m taking back the command.
{urgent breathless high-energy delivery} If the breath is still moving,
I’ve got nothing to rue If the life is my own,
what else should I pursue?
I reach the destination,
I claim what I require While the blood flows steady,
and the heart is on fire.
Hammering away.
Beating like a hammer.
{layered harmonies, percussive sharp triumphant delivery} I tremble,
but I stand. Je tremble,
mais je reste.
Still beating.
Encore vivant.
{music pulls
back to distorted synth-bass and gasping breath,
whisper close-mic intense}
100% Tiguidou.
The pulse
is my own.
I am alive.
{return to raw intimate bedroom studio vibe,
resolved powerful, final booming drum-thud cutting to silence}