Intro/Verse 1 (Kamil Henri): Tired of always living in the past Everything in life is moving so fast Put in all the time and don’t even know if it’ll last In my own mind this is all trashed So I challenged myself and made us a task Bottle us all into a lyrical flask We all in our element but can’t be classed I should be working but just can’t be asked Procrastinating just must be passed Audience I try but haven’t amassed Try charismatic but have no sass My head is a warzone about to crash Constantly worrying about things like cash In social situations I fear a panic attack My anxieties are entirely out of whack Constantly on the verge of crack-ing So used to leaving and pack-ing We performers verbally act-ing Up next the second part of our pact: King- Verse 2 (Tybr): Any application of ichor The skin cracked Limited in surface area How’s the juice in fruit stacked? Turn half an angle craggy cliff with the clip Half open half shut Open air trapped in the witch hut I’m bleeding out triangles and My lashes tangle Struggle and think in all caps My heir’s not apparent My vital line’s cut The crowd claps I’m a thinking cap Project a worked project forth A ghost in the shell Tooth line hook and fork Ooze slime cross my map of How my life’s meant to look Egregious and acrid formica table Languid in the shadows Of the ovary A pool of hair forms Swirling in total engulfment I plant a rootkit and hurl it Enough to question mark tail curl it Or burn it Or whatever happens to turn it Into, into Something to me Something to you Sour marks the hour My brain can’t digest Or suggest where my urn should be hidden Under a stack of flats In a cave i’m batfood I like that I should be in America right now Plant my thousand mile foot down And let the pain settle Gurgle in the silence of the self Suggestive of language What else? So honed in on true garbage That my garden’s been handed in as a Final project I don’t wanna look at it Sell me right sell me what I want Sell me off for 99 cents I’m absolved of all crime as an object Say it twice to make sense Say it, say it twice to make sense Hook 1 (Ree & Tybr): Fill up my cup of water I’m so thirsty Hear me out Hear hear me out Hear me out Hear hear me out Fill up my cup with water I need Hydration Rejuvenation (Rejuvenation) Hear me out Hear me out Hear me out Hear me out From the water on the line Verse 3 (Ree): -It feels like I’m chasing pennies They roll into vinegar I hope that makes it good for the chip on my shoulder For she needs the renovation If I’m chasing dreams Then make them hypnogagic To claim power is to make it So make it so And make it good That’s what someone told me Bridge (Cika & Kamil Henri): -Mes potes et moi ensemble On compte a la pelle nos vices Mais quand le Beat se lance Je réponds a L'appel du vide -Jusqu'à ce que ca sois fini Je me lance à l’infini Mais ca finira jamais Tant qu'on est pas vinyle Verse 4 (Cika): Une voix une instru Pas besoin de 15 trucs Polia mon arme russe Fréro dit que j'abuse Mais j'essaie d'oublier le passé tiens Surtout parce qu'il est pas si bien J’fais la gueule comme un parisien Tout comme toi mais t’as pas d’raison Jsuis né mauvais accueil mais j’m'en bas les reins La haine quand j’franchis le seuil de ma propre maison Il fais froid quand on traine dans les rues d’ma ville La vie est rude, la mort c'est sur va vite J’serai jamais c'est vite dis de satan l’supot J’m'enivre de rimes riches mais j’suis mon propre bourreau J'ai galéré pendant toute mon enfance J'ai grandi comme éléphanteau sans défense Maintenant j'envoie des piques sales Qui te font couler une larme Laisse ma zone zone zen J'ai rapper sous tout les ponts Tu tournes en rond Tel les roues du camion ben Hook 2 (Ree & Tybr): Fill up my cup of water I’m so thirsty Hear me out Hear hear me out Hear me out Hear hear me out Fill up my cup with water I need Hydration Rejuvenation (Rejuvenation) Hear me out Hear me out Hear me out Hear me out From the water on the line Verse 5 (Ree): Sleeping in on summer days Staying up till 6am I’m not mentality Rationality Rationally grinding And I’m writing like I’m Emily Hiding from the enemy From the darkest pit in me From door to door for poetry Do. You. Re. Mem. Ber. Me. Like. I. Re. Mem. Ber. Like I remember you Verse 6/Outro (Kamil Henri): Cette performance a-t-elle été assez ? Je travaille fort dessus, mais vous, vous passez Et vous ignorez cette passion dépassée Alors que j'ai passé des mois à le tracer Mais qu’est ce que ça prend pour être en haut d'la pyramide Avec nos inspirations, nos idoles dans le vide J’essaye pas assez fort ? Des fois je me demande Peut être l’industrie, personnifiée, est trop grande Pour moi, pour lui, pour elle et pour nous Nos carrières en ce moment, sont toujours dans un trou

Belonging or longing Or somewhere in between? Want to internalise Want prying eyes And grips to move Positioning you against your will Whilst sticky fingers And whispers are all pointed Akin to an unsuitable lifestyle? Canonised immortalised Like university alumni Always there But never present Dissociating, I’m braking Fragmentented on the floor Things are building up The things I wish I could ignore Dissociating, I’m braking Fragmentented on the floor Things are looking up The things I wish I could ignore Belonging or longing Or somewhere in between Dissociating Fragmented on the floor Things are looking up The things I wish I could ignore