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Goose bumps

Chill spreads now

Goose bumps on your soul

Who cares?

The streets are sad

Of begrimed lights

The walls show ads

That lie

I can see you bleed

I can hear you scream

I can tell your pain

I once felt the same

In your mind

Wish to remain

Really sound

How could you do?

In this void

Full of hollow men who pretend

You can shed your tears

You can shriek your fear

You can crave for love

You can pray their gods

You can rear your head

Come loose of their sway

You’ve reached twilight zone

You’re second-to-none 

EMPTY


Melancholy

Anguish rushes deep inside

It’s gonna come one day

The arrows transfix your guts

Then you forget again

Afraid Ashamed

Bullying the ones you love

Insect distraught by the dark

Where were you set down?

Struggling against sleep once more

Fearing it be the last

Regain yourself

I know what you’re worth

Do not bury

Yourself in a thought

 

Deluded

All you have you don’t want

Though you try you just can’t

You’d wish for snowflakes

Once you’ve reached

The desert

Still unsatisfied

With anything you get

All you have you don’t want

Never understand

What’s going wrong

Why you feel bad

Every time you breathe

You want the sun

You want the ice

If only you could face

You’re mesmerized

You don’t see right

Instead

You’re still dreaming

You’re perceptive

You’ve no insight


Friend’s spirit
(fades out)

You used to blossom, out of the herds

Spirits uncommon, rebellious hearts

You flew above those, preposterous

Puppets that followed forefathers’ vows

Look at you bunch of whores!

Mainstream caught your anchor

Drifting far from the shores

Don’t tempt you anymore

Look at your behaviour

You can’t face the mirror

What happens to you? Your doors close up

On the shackled world of what you own

As if getting old before you’re bald

Look at you bunch of whores!

Mainstream caught your anchor

Don’t need your reasons for

Despising your being born

Look at your behaviour

You can’t face the mirror

Turned in on overthrown

You let down you’re down

You’re down

You fade out


Another world

You dare tempting being sky-high

Sheltered against the tide

To world’s stare you’d be weird

You’d never want another aim

Look at yourself in the eyes

See beyond what you hide

Go further than your pride

You never want another lie

What you hear

You don’t have to care

What you care

You don’t have to share

Anytime

Everything in turn

Choices only will remain yours

Assume the world knows your thoughts

Show the world how you’re strong

Show the sheep they’re just wrong

You’d never want another soul

Show the world what is your kind

Show the world how’s your mind

Show the world it’s your time

You’ll never want another find

You dare tempting being sky-high

Show the world how you’re strong

Show the world it’s your time

You’d never want another soul

 

I love X

ND feu flèche

I sold my soul to God

I rent my brain for Gold

I must worship the Lord

I must thank him for sores

I must work for the lords

I must always want more

Won’t breathe before

I’m down

Hope leads me to

the tomb

Leads to the tomb

And I love Christ

So much love Christ

Because he died

PIERCINGS IN PALMS

I love money

I love money

Put notes on fire

Remains no liar

For Crescent

And the Cross

I must suffer

I must deserve

Say hail to holy war

Maybe Hell would

be worse

Say hail to money war

Maybe there’s a reward

What a reward!

And I hate Christ

I hate the dime

With both my fists

Middle fingers

And I love Christ

So much love Christ

Because he died

WITH NAILS IN PALMS

 

Room in your head

There’s

Someone

That says

You’re trapped in your maze

Some cold

Some reason you hear

Inner voice

Somewhere

You care

Some blur on your eyes

Your mind

A prison

You’re in

So you run away

You’re by yourself

You wish it talks to you

No more

And then you blow your head

You blame yourself

And you don’t find your way

As strong

As womb

You’re wrong

Something I can tell

You like

To say still many tales

Though you try

Again

To hide

As tight as you can

Some days

You cry

On your own

Now you blow your head

You blame yourself

You know that it won’t solve

A thing

And then you go insane

You ruin your brain

And you don’t find your way

 

In New-York

NYC 4

Stuck in the mud

Breathing the smog

The town stands weary

Like I

À walk in the park

’Comes to my mind

That all they need I don’t

I don’t

Cabs crisscross the streets

Watchers of

The anonymous

Who cross

Jumping jacks stir

Shaken about

Who are these people?

People?

Wealth displays scarecrows

On the sidewalks

Tamers

Say I

Don’t suit

At all

Stuck in the mud

 

When you sleep

Some kind of day when you’re away

Some kind of day when I’m lonely

Some times of day that I can’t bear

Without you

I feel my soul wandering away

I miss you when you sleep

I keep on dreaming

That you bless me in your own way

AgainAndAgain and again

I want to kiss your lips

And hear you breath

Every single second away

AgainAndAgain and again

Such a whirlpool

Wondering how I could do

To live any life without you

You are the one that makes me true

Some kind of thought that I can’t doubt

 

I.K.B.

In those days when the brand new

Is out of date before the night

Ups and downs are portentous

Sometimes they stand so close from

The marvelous that they miss it

Remaining there at the threshold

Hard to know where to stand

They don’t understand at all

They want to know if our eyes are Klein blue

They want to know why we walk on one foot

They want to know if we mate two by two

They want us to explain and stay in lane

They want again to believe they are sane

They want to know

Do they want to know?

Really want to know?

Dodging day by day control

Now we don’t want to stay at home

We are born out of this time

We are the ones that can dance

Without bearings and free of mind

And if we meet anywhere rules

We break them all

They don’t understand at all (…)

They want to know if we just mate by two (…)

Do they want it know?

They don’t understand at all (…)

They want to know why we don’t mate by two (…)

Do you want to know?

 

(Feelings are) Slave-drivers

Sleep

Disappears

So do the will

And the needs

Until you

Can forget

And vanish

Another

Waste of day

To go by

To endure

Only her

Like a sin

In your mind

Torn

In the throes

Of haunting

Hope, between

Transient glow

And a thorn

Shade

Seems to fade

When the light

Switch to dark

But her eyes

Never shine

To

Relinquish

Like a fate

And to live

When all’s dead

Before it

Becomes real

 

Whispers

(Stockholm syndrome)

Wide

Open

Keep your mind

Just once more

Undo

Your ties

Join me now

Run off there

But the Spleen

Whispers in your ears

You’re bound to their world

Try to

Open

Ancestral

Knots of yours

Bending

Your neck

You’ll stay here

You won’t free

Cause the Spleen

Whispers in your ears

You’re bound to their world

Whispers

You’re sentenced to life

Enclosed for ever

 

Vivre fatigue

Vivre fatigue 2

I’d

Like to catch up

The time went by

But it’s fucked up

Life is aimless

Death is pointless

Lack of blindness

Promise of mess

Hard to fake smile

The best I can

I shut my thoughts

Is not enough

Think whatever

LIFE IS NEVER

EVER HAPPY

END A STORY

I’m known alone

A life pre-owned

Means like a ghost

Fight ever lost

I climbed so high

All is so low

Wrapped in out of place

Swathed round out of time

Think whatever

LIFE IS NEVER

EVER HAPPY

END A STORY

END OF STORY

 

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