Either listen to this one, or something else. Eccentric, pathetic I feel like an animal When they explain my music My voice is porous Trembling every time I decompose What makes me hot, what makes me cold But they impose me Things that don't speak to me Maybe something That I didn't think of Out of place I try to escape Tell stories To chase my mistakes Out of place I try, even if I'm exhausted A song like a mirror In which I can see myself It surpasses me I get bored Of artifice Behind my back On the surface I erase myself All my sketches Out of place My voice is porous Trembling every time I decompose What makes me hot, what makes me cold But they impose me Things that don't speak to me Maybe something That I didn't think of Out of place I try to escape Tell stories To chase my mistakes Out of place I try, even if I'm exhausted A song like a mirror In which I can see myself Out of place I try, even if I'm exhausted A song like a mirror In which I can see myself Out of place I try, even if I'm exhausted A song like a mirror In which I can see myself Out of place Out of place