1. Emilie's Broken Heart

Everytime Emilie's broken heart bleeds,
She confesses to the monk that her life is awful.
Time is made of regrets and no bliss could bring her back to our reality.
She can't see that this moment here, today will ever last.
She'll a spawn in a game just like us all.

Inside Emilie is broken, my entire flesh burns for her pain,
I could surely die here if she doesn't believe me.
Nothing is more important on earth...

Don't listen to him, Emilie,
He's lying to children...

Face to face, our growing rage is pushing back our anguish
Come to...

Flee the embrace of the bird and burn with me.
Breath my air and share my nightmares
Then you'll understand the time it took me to take control,
The time it will take you to end it all.

You are committed in a battle lost in advance
Certain to find in your demise your rest.

The bird was right, there are so many days to come.
But they are days of pain hunting for aborted aims.

Come to me!

2. Sister Sorrow

Say me how we got here
It's a hard decision so difficult to take
It's my own nature to break
But should I dread not to be this na?ve man anymore?
But should I dread to loose for ever my honour?
Should I contain the one I'm becoming?
Should I fight against this new man?
Sister Sorrow, you are my only family.

Am I waiting for a salvation that will never come?
Am I waiting for the merit crown?

Let me fade out into the lucid world before I loose control.
It's inevitable.
Let me discover the world where all is acquired.
The world where hate's embrace is a respite.

What happens when illusion dies and the souls turns into black?
Will you even be by my side Sister Sorrow?

All these not formulated questions by care, to keep our world in its state.
A world built on ignorance, a so evident world, a thoughtless world, my world.

Will you even be by my side or will you leave me anyway?

It's a certainty in my mind,
No hesitation and no debt.
Fragility becomes a memory.
Sister Sorrow, my only family, please leave me forever.

3. Short Term God

It looks like a happy night. It began like a happy night.
All the resolutions that we made are no more.
It looks like a festive night, a stillborn festive night.
The funfair was here in town only today... too late.
Is it your favourite dress that you wear right now?
Is it some red that you put on your lips?

Say it to me, (say it to me) so that we could divide.
Say it to me but carefully.

You never seemed so glad to see me, did you?
Is it a consolation before death?
Say it to me and we could divide, it's all you owe to me.
Is it some red that I see on your lips?

Say it to me, (say it to me) so that we could divide.
Say it to me but carefully.

See how much the man I became frightens the child I was.
See how much this ending chapter is so empty.
I handle the illusion so well. I juggle with the doubts so well.
How could I imagine even in worst dreams our faith could go into eclipse?

For all you did to me, darling, our premature love is not anymore.
For all you mean to me, darling, I can't wait for you.

Scars again, flesh to hide, spare to me the reasons to cry.
I can't believe that you are anymore. All you are is a short term god.
You can build another sky. You can spend the rest of your mind.
I can't believe that we are anymore. All I need is a twilight ending.
Fade away, fade away in a laconic mourning.
I can't believe, that you are anymore, all you are is a short term god.

A short term god is all you are.

4. One Chance Left

Truth in front of us, how could you overcome it?
Dead ode to desire, the light above is gone.
I don't think you'll try, the night is so long, the gap is so large.
I don't think you'll try, the faces are so hard to recognize.
Trapped behind your landmine, can you see I'm not the one that will change the score,
that will bring truth into the light?

The more that I can give to you, the more you can accept is no remedy to your never ending distress.

Trapped behind your landmine, can you see I'm not the one that will change the score,
that will bring truth into the light?
What could I do to show you that the best is about to come?
I can't cut myself in two anymore.

Can you see I'm not the one that rules your days?
I don't want to be your accomplice that switch off the light
to dissimulate the crime weapon, near your dead body.

Face to your dusty fate, you can't fight the one you are.

Trapped behind your landmine, can you see I'm not the one that will change the score,
that will bring truth into the light?
What could I do to show you that the best is about to come?
I can't cut myself in two anymore.

5. Valuable Things

Do you believe things will change when our world is falling down?
I can't be your Super-Christ.
Do you believe things will change?

Will you find in your church when our wings shall burn, what the distance between us contains?
Will you reach in their words the point of no return?
All the victims of themselves are there.

Is life just a moment in a dream?

Joy in disguise, life pleonasm, frozen reality.
To make the choice of pain was a valuable thing (for you).
Ready to cross the mystic line, to live another life.
To condemn our chances was the best way to reach it (for you).

I do all I can but we're still slaves to the dust, to believe things will change was a valuable thing (for you).

Disappointment disappears in your world made of glass – parasite paradise.
Sorroverload, no latitude to react – passive passion for a plastic God.

All I want to see in your eyes, I won't find it.
All I want to see is an approbation

6. The Lucid Song

Here is a path to reality, the all becomes clear.
when every breath you take is a new proof face to cruelty of dawn.

It's one of my bad habits, when your absence speaks louder than words, delusion fills the air with a sad evidence.
A tranquil breath rocks my distress, then I can't think you could kill me again.
A loss of lucidity... my whole life for nothing.
Is anything certain?

I don't want to be a part of the evidence.
I don't want to be the enemy.
Bliss or despair?
The one I will never be is in your head again.

Face to me, open wide, a breach to your world.
Excuse my curiosity.
Face to me, me again, that stones the flesh then give the first aids.

Suspends ton vol, princesse anonyme, le temps d'un rien, que nos mondes s'?teignent.

You seem so proud of turning the page, seeing our chances rubbing out.
You seem so proud of turning the page.

7. Suicide Me

Just another burden, and more disappointment.
First a futile event, no major consequences.
Then a menacing cloud above a children's park, a death howl that fills your head.
Is it too late?

What about those nothings that threw all our fears to the world?
What about these nothings that make us fall?

Show me what's behind these impassable mountains.
There is no remedy and no cure here.
My false start in life will bring me nowhere else.
Show me what's behind this existence.

Lost in the maze we built I can't be anymore the one that i was.

All the ghosts you pushed back all the golden moments we shared are no more pretexts to survive.
Alive but staggering on the dusts of my past, there are no more pretexts to survive.

Don't let the movie play as we know how the story ends.

Break the rope that remains.
Suicide me 'cause I can't stand one more disappointment.

8. Orchids For Kids

Winter is coming. It brings for us the promised night that we've both always been waiting for
Winter is coming. It brings for us the ultimate event in which we'll learn who we really are
Orchids for kids. A present for an obscene night

Find an exit for tonight, a controlled fall
Find an exit in our demise
Orchids for kids, tonight
Our controlled fall is a present for the naives

How long will it last?

We heard about betrayal
We heard about painful tragedies
We heard about dependencies and melancholies
Is it the mistake of our life that we are making?
We heard about what people call the high fall when love is gone and emptiness that waits behind
Nothing will be like before

When the light begins to change and suspicion grows
What will we bring with us?

And the pallid sky will open
And the pallid sky will open
And our hearts will begin to beat in an other rythme
And the pallid sky will open

White orchids in your hands for the kids that we were

Well, when begins to change and no doubt remains
From now, purity will turn to grey
You used to be what I was made for, until this murderer night
Now you are what I'm dying for...