Throb, that pulsating beat,
this beautiful eve,
now this throng of the bass
three, the nuggets of pain
three shots and this throb in my nerve
this is different - gone
gone, erased from this world
blight, darkening lights,
vive le Bataclan, adieu
boom, the booming guns raining fire
by night, sobbing heart
seething eyes, dark this hood
that's come over my city,
where the Caliph reigns
Who is the lesser evil now?
Danube divides artery and vein.
Vive le Paris!
Nov 22, 2015
Nov 22, 2015 at 9:45 AM UTC
Throb, that pulsating beat,
this beautiful eve,
now this throng of the bass
three, the nuggets of pain
three shots and this throb in my nerve
this is different - gone
gone, erased from this world
blight, darkening lights,
vive le Bataclan, adieu
boom, the booming guns raining fire
by night, sobbing heart
seething eyes, dark this hood
that's come over my city,
where the Caliph reigns
Who is the lesser evil now?
Danube divides artery and vein.
Vive le Paris!
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