Kyo’s “White Trash” throws us into a cinematic love story where passion feels more like a heist than a romance. The singer’s “kingdom” is under siege as a fiery, free-spirited woman storms his living room, grabs the remote control of his life, and turns everything up to maximum heat. She wants "la vie en grosses coupures" – life paid out in thick wads of cash – and every object she touches seems to ignite. References to Bonnie smoking Clyde, Apache blood, and the Marquis de Sade paint her as a modern outlaw, half gypsy-heart, half luxury addict, always ready to drive fast, crash harder, and make off with the loot.
Behind the wild imagery lies a warning about surrendering to toxic attraction. He willingly becomes her prisoner, “possédé… avalé, consommé, recraché,” swallowed and spat out again in an endless loop of desire and destruction. The chorus repeats like a siren’s call: he is hooked to her gypsy heart, fuelled by adrenaline, yet doomed to watch his past and future disappear in the flames she leaves behind. “White Trash” captures that exhilarating yet ruinous moment when love turns into a thrill ride you cannot quit – even when you know exactly how it ends.