1. Like A Scarecrow In A Humans Field

Overhanging the masses
He reigns on the extended domain.

Enthroned under the grey sky,
He protects the weak humanity against the Gods revenge
Hideous emblem,
He's watching the skulls lined up on the ground

Disembodied Protector.

Perverse strategist of humans breeding, farm of souls
Master of this stinking field, this humans field.

He disgorges his loathing when the sunshine strike his dusty overcoat.
Icon of the rejection, attraction of the creeping darkness.
Ugly allegory,
He's smiling to the skulls lined up on the ground

Disembodied Protector.

Colorless, soulless, worshiping the nothingness
Speechless, motionless and after all... lifeless
He's a dead slave chained to the realm
Help him. Help him. Help me.
I am he, like a scarecrow in a humans field

2. The Last Blue Bird

The end curtain falls on my life
I black out in the arms of the death
My mind doomed to the everlasting fallow
Will briefly know the ultimate answer.

I can feel this majestic bird blinding my senses
The guardian of the kingdom of the dead
Guides my soul across the meanders of darkness
Blue trail illuminates the skies which are so void of warmth.

Flaming feathering, euphonic song, spread your wide wings.

Hegemony of the devotion, lack of spiritualism.
Take me away as far as my unhealthy curiosity will wish it.

Cosmic power of the universe,
Steer your solar boat to the kingdom of the dead.
I see the sunlight, the prophetic rebirth.
From life to death, my only view of the world will have been this bird.

Flaming feathering, euphonic song, spread your wide wings.

A falcon avid of suffering
A falcon inspiring the clemency
A falcon grinding the ideas
For better directing its prey.

I want to see it again

3. Les Arcanes Du Bien-Être

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4. Freezing Feelings

Brutally waked

Extirpated from a bland world
A philosophic rebirth in an unknown world

A psychic escape

Eyes rolled upwards
My slaver drips on my straightjacket
The intense pleasure of a deep meditation

From ecstasy to madness
Latent hysteria

Somatic paralysis or epileptic trance
My mind is so far away
Always thirsty of knowledge

Eyes rolled upwards
My slaver drips on my straightjacket
The intense pleasure of a deep meditation

Falling down in a fit
Repeated spasms are a necessary evil to dive into subconscious
My drunk brain is in a padded box
A cold cell without window
I'm so attracted by the cold
It's the eurythmic pulsation of my mental illness

5. Equarrissage

The Infamy: I kill pigs all the days since my deprived childhood
I release guts from a vertical gesture, fuckin' automatic slash
Long agony, it empties itself on the familial farm's floor.

The Purity: Please let me go. Please set me free.

The Infamy: No way you're my energy. You're my guinea-pig
The blaze in your eyes rekindles my insidious appetite
Overexcitement of the decadent hedonism.

The Narrator: He watches skin flicks all nights
No reference, no education.

The Infamy: No remorse, no mercy, no pride, no emotion
The list is long fucker.
Come into my sanctum, a basement adorned of bones
The stench of this place testifies past slaughters.

The Purity: Don't touch me. Don't kill me.

The Infamy: No wayl You're my lifeblood.
You're my plaything. I'll spit on your face.
I'll cum on your spine.

The Narrator: Pure sleaze.
A mausoleum of red bricks blackened by time.

The Infamy: Invoke your wretched God, bitch!

6. Asylum 835

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7. Shibuya

Sunrise over the district.
The daily animation begins again.

Everything goes so fast
Everything goes so fast.

I stay still
I look at the sky
Your presence erases the time
Time of my life.

Night is falling
The lights dance
Streams of hurried bodies.

Everything turns too dark
Everything turns too dark.

I stay still
I look at the sky
Your presence erases the time
Time of my life, my love.

I stay still
I look at the sky
Your presence erases the time
Time of my life.

8. Underhand Sophist

Popular habits and customs make me smile
Conventional pleasures, dictated attitude
Scheduled future, pseudo-freedom.
Don't you see that you're manipulated by the diktat of the people?

A sophists' world which pass on the unique thought.

Doubtful conformism, saving loneliness
Black or White, no shade: Binary society.
Decisions taken with blinkers
To live to be or to be to live?'

A sophists' world which pass on the unique thought.

"And yet how are you to know," he will say, "either who produced a discourse or anything else whatsoever, beautifully
or not, when you are ignorant of the beautiful? And when are in such a condition, do you think it is better for you to
be alive than dead?" So it has come about, as I say, that I am abused and reviled by you and by him. But perhaps it is
necessary to endure all this, for it is quite reasonable that I might be benefited by it. So I think, Hippias, that I
have been benefited by conversation with both of you: for I think I know the meaning of the proverb "beautiful things
are difficult".

A sophists' world which pass on the unique thought.

Let me be myself

9. Pets Of The Hysterical Lord

A castle nesling amon the trees
Trees as far as the eye can see
Vignards on the hillside
Lush green meadows

Varied flora and fauna
Illuminated brooks
Sunshine caresses arable lands
The man king's lands

Omne ignotum pro terribili

The lord's fury will bring down his subjects
Wrath of the bloody tyrant
Earsplitting screams, deep-rooted hatred
The lunacy of the absolute power
He's laughing insanely a lunatic fringe
Rough maniac, fiery-tempered, follower of the domination

Ira furor brevis est

The pernicious doctrine established by his royal highness
Will devastate order
Too much puppets, too much victims, too much arrogance
Master of a ghost realm
His last fit of hysterics
Funereal isolation, no sound anymore

10. Behind Antares

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