A disjointed clamour of whispers and screaming
Throughout time, throughout space 
Disaggregating reality

Witness the passing of time 
In increments of anguish 

Wretched syntax of violence
Exchanges in corpses and grief 
Trampled dreams of infancy 
An everyday obsession

Witness the passing of time 
Witness the passing of time

Chaotic symphony of falsehoods and dreaming
Throughout time, throughout space
Disaggregating reality

Drifting pawns, flickering flames
Actors project a vanishing shadow
Ordinary, mortal, grotesque
Mortal, grotesque
Mortal, grotesque
Grotesque

You shed the mask of their obsession
Dictated to your whole existence
Erstwhile lost in devout subversion
Reclaim the spoils of consciousness

Cut into the heart of the hive
Fresh wounds staining the matrix red
Unconscious chaos
The past will betray you

Decades confirmed in this rejection
Under a glare of expectation
Estrange the herd: abhor convention!
My chosen path seeks no approval

Witness the passing of time 
Witness the passing of time 

Cacophony of ignorance
Throughout time, throughout space
Cacophony of ignorance

Erasing reality
Erasing reality
Erasing reality
Erasing reality
				

 Flesh, the subject of my sins
Juicy, the liquor of my debaucheries
Wet, draining with desire
You’re wet, so wet

Red hot, the fire of my senses
Lips, watered by my seeds
Throat, the organ that will drink me until the end
You’re thirsty, so thirsty

Come and taste the wine of liberty
Free within your flesh
Let your body confronts with real sexuality
Deep inside your flesh, your flesh

Put another "X" in sex, go further and further
Put another "X" in sex, bite stronger and stronger

Lust, the only word that will guide me until the end
Tongue, the precious arrow that reach me to make me come

Come and taste the wine of liberty
Free within your flesh
Let your body confronts with real sexuality
Deep inside your flesh, your flesh

Flesh...
				

A still and peaceful bliss, a glorious resignation
Any contradiction fades away
Any philosophical problem becomes clear, or so it seems
For a long time you haven't been in control
But you're not afflicted by it anymore
Mind absorbed in meditation of an ideal virtue, an ideal charity
And ideal genius

You naively abandon yourself
To your triumphant spiritual orgy
When will we seek happiness?
Hoarse and deep sighs leave your chest as though your former
Body couldn't stand
The desires and the quickness of your new soul
A miasma mischievously clouds your brain soon you will laugh
At your madness
But you can not dismiss it, for your will

Has no more strength
And can not rule your faculties anymore
When will we seek happiness?

Appaling marriage of a man to himself
Because proportions of time and being are completely upset
By multitude and intensity of feelings and ideas
Appalling marriage of a man to himself
Sublime dementia

A human's fanatic lust for any substance
Which exalts his personality
Proves his magnitude

He always aims at exciting his expectations
And at rising to the infinite

Appalling marriage of a man to himself
Because proportions of time and being are completely upset
By multitude and intensity of feelings and ideas
Appalling marriage of a man to himself
Sublime dementia
				

I am, mother nature made me with flesh and blood
I am, mother nature gave me a sex
I am an animal, and my instinct wants me to copulate
I am a man, and my instinct wants me to enjoy sex

Refrain :
See the beast, choose the truth
Cross the threshold, open the door to orgasm
See the beast, choose the truth, follow your instinct
Cross the threshold, be an animal again
See the beast, choose the truth
Cross the threshold, follow your instinct, become an animal again

I want you to be my enjoyment
I want you to forget your soul
I want you to remember your body
I want you to forget all that you've been taught

(Refrain) (Break, soli)

I am a man, and I want to enjoy sex
No, I am an animal
Join me in the realm of true feelings
Join us and find our deepest sex drives

See the beast, choose the truth, follow your instinct
Cross the threshold, open the door to orgasm
See the beast, choose the truth
Cross the threshold, follow your instinct, become an animal again (x2)
				

Phases, only phases
How do I fulfil the emptiness of my life ?

I admit I discover another me
I am afraid of what I could do
I am sure of what I should be

Time presses, get to move on
Time presses, the river is still flowing

Test my mystery, write my story
I test your mystery to find my history
Taste me in the land of plenty

Seeking the recipe of eternity
Seeking the best expression of life
To exploit the sexual intercourse

Time presses, get to move on
Time presses, the river is still flowing

Test my mystery, write my story
I test your mystery to find my history
Taste me in the land of plenty
Taste me in the land of plenty
Fulfil the emptiness of my life
By fulfilling yours
Phases, only phases

Phases, only phases
Life is not an ulterior motive
Write my story

I test your mystery to find my history
Taste me in the land of plenty
				

A siren living in a sea of liberties
Ecstasy and pain
No one can resist her chant, it revives desire
Overwhelms your body with longing and incestuous sensations

Moment of climax... intense
Preceded with pain... intense
Preceded with pleasure... masochism, masochism

I’m the haunting shadow of desire, between ecstasy and pain
My body’s nothing but fire, madness and desire
I’ve become nothing but violence and passion
Between fire and ice

The love I lavish constitutes
An unthinkable experience
Made of sensual pleasure, suffering, delight
My suffering, your pleasure

I’m the haunting shadow of desire, between ecstasy and pain
My body’s nothing but fire, madness and desire
I’ve become nothing but violence and passion
Between fire and ice

I’m the haunting shadow of desire, between ecstasy and pain
My body’s nothing but fire, madness and desire
I’ve become nothing but violence and passion
Between fire and ice
I’ve become nothing but violence and passion
Between fire and ice
Between fire and ice
Between fire and ice



Set back, blinded by my illusions, contagion
My seed is illusion, the balance seems to stay motionless and wicked

My tentacles are growing to hug you better
My roots are rotting to soil you better
My tentacles are growing to hug you better
My roots are rotting to soil you better

I will have sway over you, so stronger and faster you will be
Among soiling people, soiled, motionless and soiled...

My tentacles are growing to hug you better
My roots are rotting to soil you better
My tentacles are growing to hug you better
My roots are rotting to soil you better

Desire, my sex is mastering you,
Ecstasy as an artificial paradise
Silence, I can share my silence
Communion, but my silence is without a smile

No tears to share, nothing to share

Silence, I can share my silence
Communion, but my silence is without a smile

From that time fed with my sediments stagnating in a cesspool
You will forever be motionless
Too late to creep to the end of the tunnel, too late !

(My tentacles are growing to hug you better
My roots are rotting to soil you better)

Desire, ...
No tears to share, nothing to share
				

Why do we never see the end of the tunnel?
The purity of light seems impossible to reach

This feeling of weightlessness, so oppressive
At once so light... fleshless
At once alone... and legions
Because here illusions can't exist
No need to hold your own
Now good and evil are one
No need to hold your own

Why do we never see the end of the tunnel?
The purity of light seems impossible to reach

Present, future, so oppressive
Who will grasp my hand?
So I don't sink in the abstruse mist of this last
Travel, future, so oppressive
Why must we die to find truth?
Why are human pains only steps, not even purgatory?

Why do we never see the end of the tunnel?
The purity of light seems impossible to reach

No need to lie to yourself
The imaginary creates no senses
No need to lie to yourself
Let serenity flood your body

Because here illusions can't exist
No need to hold your own
Now good and evil are one
No need to hold your own
Different emoitions generate the same feelings
Surpassing ourselves
With cognition of the absolute
With the image of my carnal route