The Deception

They don’t talk nor look,
At each other
Indifferent, whatever they do

 

No words
No mistery
With the shout comes the fear

 

No will to feel…
And can’t forget…

 

The deception
(Without questions there is no lie)

 

The memory
And the vices
Are the only way to see them

 

And unable to forget the sadness
And no will to lose its flavor

 

The désillusionnement…
(What they built is their own prison)

 

No news
Despair

 

The memory
And the vices

 

Without questions
There is no lie

 

No importance
For everyday life
If the party lasts from friday till sunday

 

Words : Vicente Negre

Music : Vicente Negre/Benoît Guivarch/Antoine Kerninon

 

V. Negre : Voices, Synth & Programming
A. Kerninon : Synth & Programming
B. Guivarch : Synth & Programming

 

Recorded @ Pyrénées Street, BAAB’s Home Studio (Paris)

Produced & Arranged by EEqualsEnd & BAAB

Mixed by Benoît Guivarch 4 BAAB