[Instumental]
				

Somebody please stop or kill me...
I cry my suffering to drown the noise sent out by XY-TÄH and D-ÄN.
The torture of my little brain is starting now to drive me insane. 
				

In those times, to allow the population to doing their lives, in peace and harmony, there was an only solution, it has been decreed that all the nurslings had to be made killed...
By XY-TÄH during a period of hundred years, and nobody could do anything against it
But XY-TÄH was only a contribu...
...tor, he in fact obeyed D-ÄN's orders.
D-ÄN was the machine which commanded...
 XY-TÄH 
				

I am not supposed to think and then to ask myself questions (????)
My only need is to maintain my work !
I am not supposed to live, to think
it's just an illusion
My only need is to maintain my work !
I'm alone with my oders
All I've alone...
An illusion in the programme.
The three thousand and five hundred cold metal cradles which pass again and again...
I stop all the cribs which come on after, one after ihe other
Slowly to my memory... 
				

How will she stop this stream ?
How can she do it ?
An infant must stop D-AN's programme.
So « she » has to spare one.
The streams of scribs is stopped.
XY-TÄH stops his everlasting criminal but unconscious gesture...
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Mother loves daylight, however, today, in this gloomy church, she's not complaining.
Usually she complains about it all the time.
The priest speaks lowly. Mother, who is hard of hearing, again, says nothing.
Everybody is watching her. She hates that but, today it doesn't bother her.
Mother is dead.
Me, I'm near to her, I speak to her. She can hear me, I knowit, I feel it.
She's close to me. It doesn't trouble me.

I can see her the other night, sitting by the fire. She's old. Suddenly, a noise outside.
I knew what it was. She didn't hear it. She let me get up to see... a man before me.
He cast me a cynical smile while pretending to hit my mother. I cannot move. I know this man. I turn my head. My mother is there.
We continue to talk. "What were we talking about"?

There are lots of people in church today, for you mother. Everyone so sad.
"What you are not? Who is speaking to me? Who is there? Is it you mother?"

While I stroll around the garden, Mother makes our tea. It is dark.
Dizziness - fall - earth - rain.
Later an armchair, "Mother, where's my tea?" I'm soaked. I go into the kitchen. Mother is on the floor, her head smashed in. I knew. I'm not sad.
In the mirror, the man smiles back at me. The same way as the night before. In my mind, I see the scene again. It was I who killed her.
In the garden, I knew that she was lost. I didn't want to hurt her.

Not I, yes I, it is I.
I understand.
I - church - death - straitjacket - asylum?
Me - madness - murder - mother?

It was so cold last night. Sorry mother. 
				

Still trapped in the sphere
Which follows another one.
Suddenly the sphere before me stops and disappears,
All becomes black around me.
I know my own sphere has disappeared too.
Travelling through a dark place,
I can only see a small light before me!
I'm afraid, I'm aspirated by the light.
I take a look behind. No sphere, no cube, nothing... 
				

I've crossed the threshold,
I'm now adapted to the light.
But there's nothing to see,
No walls, no ground, not one part of my body.
I feel attracted and aspirated.
I can see sparkling in the darkness,
It begins to draw nearer, it's going to take me.
I turn towards the door.
As it shuts the light fades away.
Duty for a boundless wall, the thing is now clear.
It's a kind of crystal cube.
I'm unable to overcome it's attraction,
The touch is imminent.
An unknown painful phenomena begins.
A flash shows me my parents.
They are keeping vigil over my dead body... 
				

This survivor will stop indeed the infernal programme, brought up in the blackest and deepest silence.
D-ÄN's son will never know life he was made
However (the chain goes on) the chain goes on day after day
During that time, D-ÄN watches over her son called T-ÖN, fed by means of pipes through his body...
T-ÖN grows and learns all day long
...Silence...
Soon D-ÄN's destroyer will be ready to fulfil the final act
T-ÖN grows and learn all day long
While XY-TÄH caries on his work the silent communication gradually take place. 
				

_ T-ÖN ?
_ yes ?
_ Do you know who you are ?
_ NO.
_ You're my son.
_ Yes.
_ Soon you'll give an end to the programme.
_ Yes.
_ T-ÖN ?
_ Do you know who I am ?
_ Yes.
_ Who am I ?
_ Mum D-ÄN.
_ When the time comes, you'll fulfil the atc meanwhile go on sleeping... 
				

What have I done ?
The deep silence is broken
I'll fall, you'll fall
Can you feel me, and hear me ?
Commanded by D-ÄN...
(As in your shadow dream, can you lurn the right. Hand lever ?)...
- The removing of the pipes out of T-ÖN body was so painful - 
				

T-ÖN goes feebly forward to this light so poor, but nevertheless unbearable for his white eyes.
He knows that by turning on the hand lever he would say good bye to the (only) mother he had ever known.
I can't do anything else !
What I'm saying, do you understand ?
Do you know I can't do anything else...
Once the hand lever on, a deafening noise sounds in the whole place...
Mum D-ÄN ?
Do you know I can't do... 
				

Acoustic

Somebody please stop or kill me...
I cry my suffering to drown the noise sent out by XY-TÄH and D-ÄN.
The torture of my little brain is starting now to drive me insane. 
				

Vocal &Guitars

Somebody please stop or kill me...
I cry my suffering to drown the noise sent out by XY-TÄH and D-ÄN.
The torture of my little brain is starting now to drive me insane.