La chanson que j’écoute souvent ces temps-ci en est une du groupe Chrétien Dead Poetic.

Dead Poetic – In coma

I’m still stitching up the stabs you left, weaving in and out slowly.
I grow accustomed to the piercing flesh, and find evil in the holy.
And still, I see the line between the stars, your scars, and mine.
And as this coarse thread pulls, I feel the veins of the frozen.

Stay in coma. […]