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Why should it be the same source ?
Countless elements you cannot see.
Time Shift faster than your thoughts
diffracting reflections, global frame equation.
Straight forward
Sad reality when all your nightmares
become true, as you understood
just understood that you were unable
to look at them without false explanations.
Straight forward
Yesterday I've spoken to god and asked :
"What's the meaning of all this ?"
He's just answered "i don't give a shit !"
who can you trust, who can you trust ?
Straight forward
Enough is enough, you should have known it.
But now it's too late, no second chance.
Hide ! I've been warning you.
Our world is now close to its end.
Straight forward
This sounds like total warfare,
conflict time zone anywhere.
Psycho bombs / Neuro whips blasting your brain.
Is it that you wanted, living in an empty world ?
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Ciel comme recouvert d¿une chape de plomb.
Remplit ma tête - Brûle mes yeux.
Trop tiré sur ce fil trop mince
Trop tiré mais tire tire tire encore
Je reste là - Membres arrachés
Immobilisé - tétanisé
Je reste las - corps abrasé
Tire encore sur ce fil trop mince
Tire encore tire fort fort fort.
Douleurs inavouées / inavouables / inexprimables
La solitude l¿a rendu fou.
Tire encore sur ce fil trop mince
Tire encore tire fort fort fort.
« Poésie Cinétique, Mouvement perpétuel
Danse cyclique, mécanique.
Glissement bien trop cruel. »
Mémoire tuméfiée - Piétinée
Laisser pour morte - Annihilée
La solitude m¿a rendu fou¿
Achève moi - Exorcise moi !
La peur.
Douleur.
Lames d¿acier dans mon coeur.
Chaos. Chaos.
Plomb fondu dans mes os.
La peur.
Douleur.
L¿âme d¿acier dans mon coeur.
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Lapse of memory, shadows in my mind
the last thing that I remind is my cock into is mouth...
What could have occured, between that time and up to now
why haven't spend the night, spend the night with her?
Hush! I can't remind, Hush voices in my head.
Part of me is laughing, part of me is crying
those voices won't stop shouting, grinding even more my brain
You've kill her, you'll kill her, kill her, kill her
Don't ask me questions cos I don't know what to say
conflicting feelings are struggling inside my head.
Nasty images are floating before my eyes,
I can't believe what I see it seems so much unreal.
Yes long before that I've decided to break free,
change the way of my life cos it was oppressing me.
She didn't want to, she didn't understood.
She didn't see the disgust that was then filling my face.
Yes, now I have realized what has really happened that night.
It came up to my mind like a flash of truth and it did hurt me cos
I was still hoping myself to be innocent. I clearly remind now
what my subconscious was trying to keep secret deep inside my
mind, even (or especially) to myself. I came back tired, and I must
admit it, a little angry of seeing my life wasted by day to day life.
She was there as usual, waiting for me, but this time it get really
on my nerves, seeing always the same expression in her eyes kind
of love mixed with fear of being thrown away. It really upset me. It is
perhaps at that very time that I've decided to get rid of her, forever.
Give new horizons to my live. New dimension. We have made love for
the very last time, but she didn't know it, since.
I've just wanted to change my life...I wasn't ready for it, I just see it now
but I feel no remorse. I have done what should be done...
Dead I leave her dead this morning, I won't remind her body heat.
I've wasted too much time of my live to stop here anyhow.
I will find another hole, another cunt to haunt.
Free!! I'm staying free no matter what they say
Silence is filling my head and I can sleep anyway
Silence! Silence! Silence!
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Route, longue route¿
Poussière, chaleur, soleil ardent, soif et faim.
L¿homme marche sur cette route, seul, marche droit
devant lui sans se retourner, comme hypnotisé,
seul...
Qui est il d¿ou vient il ?, qu¿en sais je et qu¿importe car
même lui l¿a oublié, mémoire oblitérée.
Quand soudain son regard se détourne, et il contemple
hébété l¿image que lui renvoie la ville,
entité immense et tentaculaire qui l¿attire, irrésistiblement.
Alors pour la première fois depuis bien longtemps, il
détourne ses pas et
mené comme par un quelconque instinct grégaire se dirige
vers cette entité qui l¿attire intensément.
En s'enfonçant dans les faubourgs gris et sombres,
les gens et les murs aveugles le dévisagent inlassablement.
C¿est sûr il est différent mais il ne comprend pas.
Quelque chose, quelque part
une lueur dans son esprit embrumé, sa mémoire semble
vouloir se réveiller
Sentiment de déjà vu.
Flash !
Flash ! (Explose ma tête)
Flash ! (Ma mémoire se réveille)
Flash !
Ce qui n¿était que lueur, puis lumière, devient flash,
brasier incandescent lui enflammant l¿esprit.
Déchirant sa mémoire en une volute de douleur.
Car il se souvient, oui,
de ce qu¿ils lui ont fait, à son corps, à ses tripes à son sexe
à son être entier :
Annihilé, annihilé !
sa chair en brûle encore¿
(la peur le noir)
plus d¿espoir, plus d¿espoir.
Hygiène et sécurité,
déclinez votre identité
Protophase process #1
repéré, appréhendé
Protophase process #2
Arrêté, menotté
Protophase process #3
Crâne rasé, cerveau lavé
Protophase process #4
et maintenant tu vas marcher
Marche¿
Marche tout droit
Regarde devant toi
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