Maximus

Original composition.... Alejandro Gonzalez M.

Fantassia

MarkMix

When I was young, 
Could not read the signs.
Could not see behind eyes.
Need to hear things.
What was left for me?

Out on the road.
People let go.
It's not that they know,
Anything you don't.
Wisdom in jest, you see.

Oh! "When I was a child."
"Where I came from."
Yeah? You're responsible, too.

Just a word before I go.
All you people are dead to me.

Mind: Follow me.
We'll stare at these stars.
That's a planet, it's Mars.
Not that you care.
Can't avoid destiny.

Home is a place.
Where you collect things.
To place inside tins.
Until you lose them.
For all eternity.

Oh, "when I was a child."
I put that away.
Girl, you should do too.

There's just you and your own.
All you people are dead to me.

Oh, "when I was a child."
Forget that one. Boy.
Not important to you.

Just a word in your ear.
All you people are dead to me.

A look from out.
The side of an eye.
A moment to spy.
Whats behind them.
However, fleeting.

A silent dig.
Inside of the mind.
Beside enemy's lines.
Nothing to bind them.
Yes, I'll be leaving.

Oh, "when I was a child."
I thought as such.
I was naught but a fool.

I discovered, too late.
Mostly.
People, they are dead to me.

Oh, "When I was a child."
"Where I came from."
Yeah? You're responsible, too.

Just a word before I go.
All you people are dead to me.













All You People Are Dead To Me

Way up(feat theyfwyann)(Prod encore)

Quiet

AArrow

Doomsday

We've brought the screams,
The neighbors fear,
They'll have to call the cops.

Dial the number,
'Cause our love
Is banging on the walls.

Under the rush,
We made some trades,
We traded friends to get us off.

We've built our bubble,
From scrap,
This time  we've had enough.

Chorus
"My brain is leaking out, no,
The pain is wearing off, so...
We should just meet in June,
The three fruits must be pruned.

I thought you were the one.
Let's sabotage our love tonight.

I've brought ice cream,
the letter's clear, 
Let's be friends, i know it's tough, 

Under the blanket, i'm scared,
this movie won't be long,

The film was fine, 
let's get more wine, 
I know this party's going strong... 

After the punch,
The bruise,
gives a little touch.
Chorus

Bridge
“The moon will forgive, 
if we give it a shot, 
you know how to hit,
i know how to dodge, 
“we're cut from the same cloth”
and it's tearing us apart

Let's Sabotage Our Love

J'ai écrit, composé et arrangé cette chanson.
Monsieur Gontrand en est l'interprète.
Le violon provient de Suno AI.

Ma tête est un roncier où ma cervelle se pique
Et ses épines font mal, la douleur est chronique
Seuls quelques rares neurones me protègent dans leur crique
Ces endroits bien cachés sont mes analgésiques
Ces endroits bien cachés sont mes analgésiques
Les épines du roncier me sont antipathiques
Mais ses fruits noirs luisants sont vraiment magnifiques

Bien sûr que ces douleurs, évidemment, me gênent
Mon roncier, néanmoins, procure de l’oxygène
Grâce à ses fruits sauvages aux saveurs d’évasion
Qui sauront rassasier mon imagination
Qui sauront rassasier mon imagination

Y’a un coin dans ma tête où l’errance est propice
Pas très loin du pays de la petite Alice
J’adore m’y balader comme dans une oasis
Où peuvent se dév’lopper mes idées créatrices
Où peuvent se dév’lopper mes idées créatrices
Les épines du roncier me sont antipathiques
Mais ses fruits noirs luisants sont vraiment magnifiques

Le blues du roncier (avec Monsieur Gontrand)

Bruises On Your Mind

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All You People Are Dead To Me

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