Lyrics : 

Looking for something I left behind 
Looking for something still present in my mind 
Looking for memory, looking for history 
Whatever the year, whatever the century 

Always the same song stuck in my head 
Something is wrong when I’m lying in bed 

Dried tears, caked blood 
Old fears, faded flood 

“I forget nothing, I get used to it” 
No missing pages, anxiety rages 
We get used to it 

Always the same song stuck in my head 
Something is wrong when I’m lying in bed 

My personal burden 
My personal