I Have to Stop  © pépé dubé (from T.T.R-M 1rst album 2012) 

I’ve crossed doors and walls

Don’t know how

I’d like to sleep a bit

Just laying down

I should take a breath

Before I turn to clown

Need to find a bed

For those scratched bones

Aspirin or valium

Any kind of drugs

Need to slash me some

Better than any drop

Don’t remember his name

Just a smile on his face

I forgot everything

Don’t know why I’m crying

Oh, Blue , Red or white

Questions of time

Juste have to stop

To touch a cup of wine

My brain in scattering

And my guts are spreading out

No more strength for standing on

And no air at the window

Should I stay deaf or blind

Should this screw pierce my mind

Was I alive yesterday

Now I’m laying in a grave

Oh no..