Verse 1 The matter knows, it always knew, At the trembling door, she cries La porte, elle tremble The alley held the echoes you carried in your bones, La ruelle qui se tait quand personne ne se retourne Your breath was a lantern in a house without light, Mon nom qui s’efface, qui crie dans la nuit. [Pre Chorus] But the wood remembered, The lilies of the valley naked with red. The earth remembered — under my nails Even when they didn’t. [Chorus] À l’aide… Помочь… Giúp đỡ… Adiuva me… βοήθεια… Your cries rose in every language you learned to survive. Tulungan mo ako Fesoasoani mai Nisaidie I caawiya Mfasha Alîkarîya min bike کمکم کنید And the alley with an end becomes the road where you revive. Pomagaj mi Helpwch fi Cabhair liom Auta minua But the matter knows, it always knew — Mais il crie sans fond. [Verse 2] Basement air, cold as judgment, Locked doors repeating childhood sentences. Your life shattered with a broken arm, but your will did not. The world turned away, you are sinking but each breath counted itself. To the moment Holding the tiny weight, you could not save. [Bridge] You were never the sin they named you. You were never meant to be the person they wanted. You were the witness, the archive, the breath that refused to vanish. Falling in the deep of your mind It opened. It opened. It opened. [Final Chorus] À l’aide… Помочь… Giúp đỡ… Adiuva me… βοήθεια… Every cry becomes a step, every step becomes a door. The matter knows, it always knew — And the woman they tried to break becomes the person who walks forward. [Outro] The alley with an end is not an ending. Cette ruelle avait peut-être une fin It is the place where you finally become free. The matters are my witness J’ai survécu sans appeler a l’aide. I survive. I survive Without help.
