Only souls - Synth verison, Take II
Eight billion, nine hundred fifty-seven million,
twenty-three thousand, three hundred sixty-nine.
That was the count on the morning of the rupture.
That is the count now.
Personne
n'a été perdu.
Personne
n'a été gardé.
Free
— free — free of the weight
Free of the hunger,
free of the gate
Free of the body,
free of the name
Free of the morning,
free of the flame
The visitors had shown themselves in the disclosures.
They said the matter could be released into light.
They did not lie.
They did it on a Tuesday.
Now we are floating.
Everyone.
At once.
Plus de pays.
Plus de présidents.
Plus de mère. Plus de père.
Plus de voisin.
Plus de forêt. Plus de mer.
Même pas le rien.
Seulement
des âmes.
No countries, no presidents,
no mother, no father,
no neighbour, no forest,
no sea
— not even nothing.
Only souls. Only souls.
Free from the suffering,
and pointless.
Where is the point,
when there is no direction?
Who do we care for,
when we are all one?
Oh, I miss the weight of a hand
I miss the door that would not close
I miss the neighbour I could not stand
I miss the ache in my toes
(Lord, I miss my mother's kitchen)
(Lord, I miss the sea)
Tu me manques, le poids d'une main… …même le voisin. (hahaha)
No countries, no presidents,
no mother, no father,
no neighbour —
only souls, only souls,
free from the suffering,
and pointless.
Eight billion, nine hundred fifty-seven million… twenty-three thousand… three hundred… sixty-nine.
Bonne nuit,
tout le monde.
Tout le monde.