produced by orrionn 
feat https://soundcloud.com/caspywaspy 

art by orrionn 
model: marine roumi 

lyrics: 
[orrionn]
i'll regret regretting trying
i die but i'm stylish
i'll reboot resetting tempting
i die but i kinda be stylish, though

bellyache
bellyache from the butterflies, i ache
butter though, feels like she's a hoe
butt on my crotch, butter on her lips
blowing kisses to actually f*cking me
brainwashing my every move, like i was

playing a role
petty though, i'm not gonna lie
pretty, yes she's pretty i feel like i'll cry

pendant qu'je nage (nage)
plongeant, dans ses nuages
plutôt charmante, mais je
pense que j'me fais manipuler
p*tain, ça m'fait chier

(reboot, reboot, reboot)

how are you like this?
and why do you hurt me?
why do you try to eat me alive?
why do you break me?
and why do you taunt me?
why do you try to kill me?

[casperrr]
under, what's around me, are getting closer
about to crash, we'll soon forget it
i'm sick of the hate and i think i've awaken
i've turn on this time, i've rebooted
i've changed the way i am
what i think is getting bad
i've been a different person
but they love me dead
or maybe when i'm down
all the shit you did is sad
killing all around me
you know the way you act
even though i tell you
you chosed to haunt me

[phone call, in japanese]
【日本語の電話スピーチ】

[orrionn]
i'll regret regretting trying
i die but i'm stylish
i'll reboot resetting tempting
i die but i kinda be stylish, though

i cut myself again (reboot)
i'm killing more than i'm liking, myself
i might reboot my whole life
i know, i never mattered
i'm sorry, i'm this slow to die
i simply lost my fucking knives
i die but i'm stylish
i've rebooted

turning around the warzones
they used to fight in
thousands of years ahead their timezones
these battlefields are burnt to the ground
with the fires from their hearts
turning into rocks from the hell they conceived
in the deepest parts of their souls

what a horrific way to go
i'm finished, i've flinched
my heart aches, it could be you but
time makes me think it's a poor way to jump
into conclusions, like jumping into a pool
you'll drown, as much as you want to go deep
into things that don't concern your yesmen
or yourself, so it will remain a battle of pen
writing a story that would be destroyed
like a wonderland, like a fruit decaying
and rotting onto the infested soil
i'm intoxicated by the smoke from the fires
of their heart burning in the sand
making it turn into glass breaking at each step
we're not making it back, to our great purpose
i'm convinced i'm “touché” but you gotta be
careful of the “alizé”
oh, oh

don't seriously care about what she has to say
i'm mesmerized on her body, stuck in her eyes
as her tears are forming a miniature ocean
ready to drown my soul piece by piece
what a selfish way to tell them you care less
be careful because the winds of her storms
can throw you about and away from her
like she was controlling the “alizé”
to neutralize you
oh, oh, oh
storming here and around
the lightning is striking from my head
to my dead eight feet deep down the ground
as the dirt burns under my feet and
makes me a pessimist for a second
for the luck i'm lacking
as the rage i'm seeking
always has to build up and be packing
the wrong way like it's ready to destroy me
fire winds from the chaos of my heart
save me, clean and purify my soul
so i don't feel like suffocating under the rain
so i don't feel so so under every drop
drowning me into the abyss
the alizés are throwing me around
like a puppet, can't do much about it but
to reemerge like any would do
to survive a purge 

reboot and rebirth

orrionn