Lyrics: "No More Tears," Lomepal 2026

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Here are the full lyrics of No More Tears, the title of Lomepal excerpt from the album Jeannine (2018).

You'll also find the official music video and the composition credits immediately following the text.

The lyrics to «Plus de larmes» by Lomepal

This piece of Jeannine talks about a drained body, mental fatigue, and that phrase that keeps coming back like a haunting refrain: no more tears in the machine.

[Intro]
No more tears in the body, no more tears in the machine
More tears in the body, more tears in the body
No more tears in the body, no more tears in the machine
More tears in the body, more tears in the body

[Verse number 1]
Every day, a new stunt—I should have asked for a stunt double
It's only in my nightmares that I run anymore; I have way fewer dreams, and I'm a lot older.
(I'm much older)
Close to my demons, I could almost give them first names
I'm destroying myself, I don't even know if it's bad anymore, my morals and my desires are tangled
Just like my favorite idols, I'm hungry for the stage, hungry for alcohol, hungry for fame, hungry for sex
I idealize rock stars too much; sometimes I'm afraid I'll want to join the Club des 27
I just did sixteen interviews in a row in one day—I don't even know my own name anymore
Broken heart, I survive without, no dream will ever be enough

If I have more stars in my eyes
It's to better see the void coming
You want to know how I live?

[Refrain]
No more tears in the body, no more tears in the machine
More tears in the body, more tears in the body
No more tears in the body, no more tears in the machine
More tears in the body, more tears in the body

[Verse number 2]
Angel leap into the system (together), we made up the sadness (together)
We took the anti-stress drug (together), always uncomfortable, in parties, in bars
It's not better when I lock myself up without talking, I don't even give the few news that I'm asked for (alone)
Black curtains in the apartment (alone), I don't want to see that we are tomorrow (alone)
I became strong in psycho by reassuring my mother in the kitchen until four o'clock (four o'clock)
She always talks to me about the same atrocious family stories, I already know them all by heart
I stay like an addict, this world is a sauna tell me, will suicide save me?
I'll leave looking just the same as Kitano in Sonatine

[Outro by Pascale Valentinelli]
When I talked about my mom or when I’d say, «Oh, that’s nice,» and tell stories, he’d look at me and go, «Pfff, you’re really, you’re really weird.» So now I’m in the same boat as my mom. Simply because I accepted her, I became just like her. Someone who accepts another person’s craziness is necessarily crazy themselves. It’s strange in this society, isn’t it?

Explanatory video in French by Alucare, ideal complement to the page. View video (you can use YouTube's automatic translation)