Douce anarchie

berurier noir Vivre Libre ou Mourir

(Verse 1)
I’ve been rolling down this parking lot of dreams,
With a cracked deck, and holes in my jeans.
Every fall feels like déjà vu,
Every scar’s just another tattoo.

I taped my soul back with grip and glue,
Flipped my pain like a board, brand new.
They say you learn when you hit the ground,
But I just laugh when I hear that sound—

(Pre-Chorus)
’Cause I don’t break, I just bend out of shape,
Skin and bones made to test the brakes.

(Chorus)
I’m a crash dummy heart, flying through the dark,
Never learned to stop, only how to restart.
Torn-up hands and a busted spark,
Yeah, I fall in love like a shot in the dark.
Crash dummy heart — yeah, I’ll take the mark.

(Verse 2)
Skatepark saints with their halo boards,
Preach to the lost with their scuffed-up chords.
We chase ghosts under highway lights,
Our prayers sound like kickflips at night.

I kissed the curb, and it bit me back,
Love’s a trick I can’t land, that’s a fact.
But if I fall again, I’ll make it loud,
My blood paints art for the underground.

(Pre-Chorus)
’Cause I don’t bleed, I just leave a streak,
On the pavement where the broken speak.

(Chorus)
I’m a crash dummy heart, flying through the dark,
Never learned to stop, only how to restart.
Torn-up hands and a busted spark,
Yeah, I fall in love like a shot in the dark.
Crash dummy heart — yeah, I’ll take the mark.

(Bridge)
Break me, shake me,
Glue me back wrong.
Every crack hums
Like a feedback song.
If pain’s the price for being real,
Then roll me down another hill.

(Final Chorus)
I’m a crash dummy heart, scarred from the start,
Built to collide, not to fall apart.
Every bruise just plays its part,
Yeah, I live fast — and I crash hard.
Crash dummy heart…
Rolling through the dark.

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