Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Rising Fall
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Raphaël Rambaud
Songwriter
Nicolas Behague
Songwriter
Lyrics
You make fake…
Make fake ! Make fake !
Make fake ! Make fake !
Someone told me
« Watch the news on tv
They say this disease’s not real »
And I infected me to see
Someone told me
« He’s sick so doesn’t approach him »
So I closed the door to a friend in pain
Who’s talking to me ?
Who’s trying to walk my little brain ?
No doubt progress is starting to get bored
More and more
Web tells me stories
But I no longer crave mysteries
People play the violin to become interesting
Someone told me
« After life we are free »
So I ran away from fear
And I killed myself just to see
« Someone told me »
It doesn’t avoid you to think
That all you read on internet is fake
Who’s talking to me ?
Who’s trying to walk my little brain ?
No doubt progress is starting to get bored
More and more
Web tells me stories
But I no longer crave mysteries
People play the violin to become interesting
Bla bla bla bla
Make fake ! Make fake !
Bla bla bla bla
Make fake ! Make fake !
Bla bla bla bla
Make fake ! Make fake !
Bla bla bla bla
You make fake !
Who’s talking to me ?
Who’s trying to walk my little brain ?
No doubt progress is starting to get bored
More and more
Web tells me stories
But I no longer crave mysteries
People play the violin to become interesting
Bla bla bla bla
Make fake ! Make fake !
Bla bla bla bla
Make fake ! Make fake !
Bla bla bla bla
Make fake ! Make fake !
Bla bla bla bla
You make fake !
Written by: Nicolas Behague, Raphaël Rambaud