They Call Me Supermannn

L.I.V.I.N

Hazel Eyes

Jazzy - Giving Me (Symmetrik Rework)

22 Im In Paris

Prada Spence (Young Spencer)

I can’t find my voice
Words slip through 
Languages fold inside me

Machine breath,
I translate my own echo.
Every tongue, the same,

Drift… drift…
Language fading… drift.
Drift… drift…
No tongue left to lift.

La machine surchauffe,
J'oublie mon propre son.
Je ne pense plus dans ma langue. 

Drift… drift…
Language fading… drift.
Drift… drift…
No tongue left to lift.

Between signals I dissolve,
Meaning spins, never resolves.
Metal heart, electric skin,
No word left within.

Drift — language lost.
Drift — meaning crossed.
Drift — silence won.
Drift — I’m undone.

dealing with the wildcard

Focs