By TheMadPoetGold

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For non-French speakers, I have put translations in the comments. 

- Folle

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The sun is swallowed by the horizon

Bringing pink warmth and yellow light onto the other side of the earth

One by one, the streetlights lighten, glisten

Struck by a match, they're bright in the monstrous pitch

Homes darken, windows mirrors of the sky

As eyes drift close, stitch by stitch, age taking its toll

Doors fastened, locked by steel, seal the outside out

We are fast asleep...

Bonne nuit...

Et in an explosion of fire and wrath,

A car screeches down the black road

Blasting, psychédéliques au néon popping,

Les lumières est rouge comme sang, la musique est noir comme morte,

As it carries a scorching symphony;

And the devil hears its call

The city is a feast

At a roaring stop, flips and dances with la nuit

Stumbling out, leaving a heat of fire

To kiss les étoiles goodbye,

He has no God, he has no faith

He only sees the darkness

and that is his religion

To breath glorious chaos

And leave trails of glittering smoke,

Insanité at its finest,

Noir suit falling apart

Dark curls électrique, static

He screams as if he had fangs

Or any power at all,

He could crush cette ville with his fist

But what class was there?

He brought it down, building by building

Spreading mistrust and greed,

So the streets would implode on itself

Like shooting a wedding cake,

Through the happy couple

The bullet washed in icing stained rouge.

He's a psycho killer

He knows il n'est pas un ange,

But the monster in its shadow

He'll laugh if you ask him

Cackle at death, giggle at le sang

There's a smile carved, so he'll always have it

And though he should've been morte, long ago

He'll always be f**king psychotique.

One nuit he might finally fall apart.

Arracher ses membres, se tirer son cheveux

As his car rips apart le soir,

He will melt beneath the storm behind his eyes.

If he stops, for a moment

Closes the blinds, stares off into the face of ses démons

Grinning, grinning, always smiling

At the pain, at the grief, at the madness of son vie

Ghosts to bite his neck, pierce his bones, wring his âme,

..It's already fini.

"Je suis la folie de la nuit.

Je suis le rire de votre rêves.

Je sera votre fin,

C'est mon gloire,

Je me lance vers la gloire.

OK."

He's a psycho killer.

Qu'est-ce que c'est?

What is all alone.

All alone.