What brushes me makes me weak
I hide where no light leaks

I belong to chains that bind
Leave as soon as love turns blind
I won’t take the lonely way
I escape the risks each day

With you I fall apart
Without you I fall apart

In the shade
I hide a little more
In the shade
When the heart is sore
Keeping what I hate
Let my body freeze
In the shade (in the shade)
I hide a little more

Though I carry hate inside
You still hear me, never hide
Let the angel guard this story
With you I lose my glory
Without you I lose my glory

With you I fall apart
Without you I fall apart

In the shade
I hide a little more
In the shade
When the heart is sore
Keeping what I hate
Let my body freeze

Cold inside my veins
Darkness still remains
Every step is pain
I can’t break the chain

In the shade (in the shade)
I hide a little more
In the shade (in the shade)
When the heart is sore
Keeping what I hate
Let my body freeze

In the shade (in the shade)
In the shade (in the shade)

In the shade

Yeah
Cheap champagne, lipstick stains
Glitter eyes, broken heels
Chaos feels

Cheap champagne — pour it, watch it shiver
Lipstick stains on the rim, call it silver river
Glitter eyes, glitter lies, city neon steals
Broken heels — step loud — hear the chaos feels
We move cold, move quick, pockets and the pills
Night breathes slow but the heartbeat kills
She leans in, whispers names I don’t keep
Dancing close, shallow talk — real runs cheap
This is paint on a smile, cracked like tile
We burn the script, play the part, stay a while
Fake confession, cheap affection, clocked-out thrills
We trade our scars for a minute of the chills

We laugh, we cry — we waste the time
All night, all night — we lose our minds
So loud, so fake — but it feels divine
Cynical love in the flashin’ lights, yeah

Bathroom smoke, mirror wrote our names in steam
Stolen lines on napkins, taped to shattered dreams
Every joke hits harder after too much wine
We spit and kiss — taste the salt and wine
Falling hard — no parachute, this is gravity
Kiss then spit — that’s the law of the cavity
I don’t care — I say it like a mask I wear
Live for the buzz, for the push, for the dare
Hands on the waist, breath on the neck, heartbeat drum
Pulse syncopated with the beat of the scum
This town’s a theater and we sell the guilt
Curtain falls quick — pockets full, feelings wilt

We laugh, we cry — we waste the time
All night, all night — we lose our minds
So loud, so fake — but it feels divine
Cynical love in the flashin’ lights, yeah

Bodies crash — tomorrow’s dead on arrival
Cameras flash — freeze-frame our denial
Call me trash — I’ll own it, mouth a grin
Every sin picks a suit that fits skin-thin
Night’s a thief — takes the good and leaves the ache
We count the costs when the bottle’s at the brake

We laugh, we cry — we waste the time
All night, all night — we lose our minds
So loud, so fake — but it feels divine
Cynical love in the flashin’ lights, yeah
Cynical love in the flashin’ lights

Cheap champagne, lipstick stains
Nothing’s real — but the chaos stays

Cynical love (Cloud Rap reload)

Yeah...
Champagne tiède, lèvres rouges,
Yeux brillants, talons foutus,
Rien d’vrai, mais... j’le sens.

Champagne tiède, bulles mortes sur le verre,
Traces sur les lèvres — souvenirs éphémères.
Yeux pailletés, mensonges doux,
Sous les néons, on brûle debout.

On fait semblant, on joue l’histoire,
J’fais le beau, tu joues l’espoir.
Faux sourire sur une vérité sale,
On s’invente des rôles, des drames bancals.

On parle d’amour comme d’une drogue,
On l’vit sans croire à l’overdose.
On s’perd dans l’bruit, on s’trouve dans l’vide,
Cœurs en plastique, regards liquides.

On rit, on pleure, on s’use le soir,
On fait semblant d’vouloir y croire.
C’est faux, c’est fort, c’est presque divin,
Amour cynique sous les flashs du spleen.

Fumée dans l’miroir, nos noms fondent,
Blagues tristes, gorgées d’ondes.
Chaque baiser a goût d’retard,
Chaque regard, un cauchemar.

Trop d’verre, trop d’masques, trop d’buzz,
On vit la nuit, on s’crame tous seuls.
On veut l’amour, on veut la paix,
Mais on sait pas c’que c’est.

Le cœur flou, les veines câblées,
Nos âmes bugguent, nos corps s’téléchargent.
La ville dort, nos corps s’en chargent,
Rien d’vrai, mais c’est beau d’y croire.

On rit, on pleure, on s’use le soir,
On fait semblant d’vouloir y croire.
C’est faux, c’est fort, c’est presque divin,
Amour cynique sous les flashs du spleen.

On dit “trash”, j’dis “vivant”.
On dit “vide”, j’dis “présent”.
Chaque erreur me sert d’costume,
Chaque nuit devient coutume.

Champagne tiède, lèvres rouges,
Rien d’vrai, mais j’le sens toujours.
Rien d’vrai… mais j’le sens.

Amour cynique (Cloud French Rap reload)

Leaves breathe like lungs in smoke,
I step where the shadows spoke.

Branches hum like broken strings,
Moonlight bleeds through silver wings.
Every root remembers pain,
Every whisper knows my name.

Something moves between the trees,
Soft as sorrow, hard to see.

In the forest of monsters, I fade,
Heartbeats melt, the light decays.
Every dream I try to save
Turns to dust beneath their gaze.

Faces bloom from bark and stone,
Eyes like mirrors, never shown.
Steps dissolve in dripping air,
Every silence pulls me there.

Something moves between the trees,
Breathing slow, becoming me.

In the forest of monsters, I fade,
Heartbeats melt, the light decays.
Every dream I try to save
Turns to dust beneath their gaze.

I am the hunger, I am the sound,
I am the roots that pull you down.
No escape, no dawn to find,
The forest grows inside your mind.

In the forest of monsters, I fade,
Echoed screams in green parade.
Every face becomes the same,
Every breath forgets my name.

Leaves breathe…
I disappear…


In the forest of monsters (Shoegaze Rock reload)

For ten days I'm in RELOAD mode, reworking all my creations from the past twenty days and transforming them into a different musical universe
The entire sound is in my hands. I write cyber poetry, produce, and compose every track ready for Immersive 3D. Every beat is crafted for spatial and next-gen headphones.
Intimate lyrics, total immersion, every track.

For 30 years I kept unfinished demos to myself, never letting them out. Now I finish what I start and release it the moment it’s alive.

New tracks tagged #Reversed Textures