nerf de la guerre

run: the war has just began. the air hates the water. days go by. you get used to it. this is the real war, not the rush you feel in the beginning. they still march, they still sing their songs about death. the streets are metal with propaganda. day by day i drink their poison. my hands want to kill, my brain is a radio. there are no days anymore, just a long monotonous night full of fear. the tower will fall. i know it, i believe the cold sweat on my back.

::: c'est accablant troublant ce ne sont pas des balles a blanc :::