I'm the panic in your eyes
That old winter chill,
which turned your feelings into ice.
And I am
that scary familiar noise
from which you run
when it's night and you've lost your voice.
Fear because I am this last chance...
...for experiencing your thoughts,
A chance of making yours this world.
Feel me,
I am your best disgrace,
the strangest will
left after experiencing my disease.
And your world,
it could quit seeming so gray,
if you draw it all
as a place without chance to escape.
Think that I am the best and only one...
...who will take you for a ride,
I am the one who'll grant you a whole new life,
The one who'll make you love these words,
I am that one who'll make you hate this love!
Yes, I am.
Fran Zama
Oui, c'est moi!
Oui, c'est moi!
