Pachydermia: coming soon

Pachydermia. Un court métrage/clip d'Aurélien Cirot. Photos Pochette Tristan Sebenne.


Elephant

They decribe and relate and dissect... but it’s useless.
It’s too late to hear the one you let fall into oblivion
My name shall remain unknown,
So the world will keep on turning
Regardless of the scorn i was born to face

My so-called hate of the whole human race
Is a good alibi for you to turn away your eyes from me

You didn’t see it coming
As you never saw growing in my eyes the rage of the one
Whose revenge has just begun

My pain shall not be unknown
But I guess it will provide
Erroneous information about my intentions
So please don’t pay any attention

As you always do it so well
Disguise your indifference and try to pretend you’re so sorry too

I’m still waiting for you to give me the trust and love I don’t feel for myself
Your skeletton will be trampled on,
As your bones will break under my charge
You’re my last meal before the great end of the world
You built what you despise
This'll put an end to our lies

Now that you confess you were lonely too,
I don’t want to hear you!

My pain shall not be unknown
So I hand you down these scars, don't you ever forget I was a bomb you let blow up in your face
Or I might get reborn to seduce you again
You won’t see the end of it
As long as you keep on ignoring all of us

I arrived uninvited to this party
You’re not welcome to mine

You want to know why
Questionning the sky’ s also a remedy
Ask the clouds, they might have the answers, because they know me better than you do my friend
Because you were deaf to my silent screams

The end