La Reine Trayeuse

Walking up and down the streets from atop my stilts
I overlook the city before they hunt me down

But I am small, dry, and so inflamable

When night comes, blades don't frighten me anymore
Stiff as bishops who smash down the inside

Around me the world is spouting its depravities and
Like the good milking queen I am, I spit out
Their excess of aggressiveness

But I am small, dry, and so inflamable

When I get dirtied
Dreams die one after the other
All these dark faces will lead me nowhere
I offer everything and everything opens up, violently
When I arch my back, everything forces itself and shies away