I found your lighter in my coat
Didn’t cry — just felt the smoke
Your echo lives behind the door
But I don’t feel it like before

Some ghosts don’t need to talk
They just sit there and rot

I wonder if sometimes
Not too long, maybe just a second
You still think about me
You still hear my voice
You still smell my odor
Not too long, maybe just a second
I wonder sometimes

Cause I don’t
Fuck you Philippe

Your records still spin in my head
But they scratch like everything you said
I bled enough on all your lines
Now I just cross out your signs

I don’t miss, I dissect
What you ruin, I protect

I wonder if sometimes
Not too long, maybe just a second
You still think about me
You still hear my voice
You still smell my odor
Not too long, maybe just a second
I wonder sometimes

Cause I don’t
Fuck you Philippe

All the blame you threw like knives
Guess what — I'm still alive
Every lie you wrapped in silk
I wear them now like scars, not guilt

I wonder if sometimes
Not too long, maybe just a second
You still think about me
You still hear my voice
You still smell my odor
Not too long, maybe just a second
I wonder sometimes

Cause I don’t
Fuck you Philippe
Just fuck you

I wonder sometimes (Post Punk 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.

I wonder sometimes (Post Punk Rock reload)

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