Ignore the footprints, just leave the sceptre alone.   Suffer your soul, let it shine,   Spread yourself and make it real !      Oh see yourself in that broken mirror,   The grand cross just crossed it all.   You’re trusting a head on the ground.      As you create mist, my god’s dethroned,   let me live for you, please…   don’t tear the dream   I ask for pity, let me be      My sculpture leads straight to the phantasm   The leather sky poured a spasm   Of a crimson silence aura.      Spit my coma, a shape of messiah   Just drive your tears back on me,   Cry as if no one could be.      A child pie and a million of scars,   you raise nothing but your fist,   load up on me to reach the altar   pulling the chain from A to X      hear my whispers, I’m not gonna cry,   the king’s crown is above my will to die      Asymmetry is a balance of chaos   A symmetrical sensation of humanity      Talk to me in despair, talk to be fair.   I’m not the pawn of your nightmares,   Your are guilty of being alive then…   Swallow the torches of the damned      Tear me, break me, I am the one,   I am the crown and you’re the lie,   I am a breath, well… who am I ?   A wealthy weak with a king’s crown      My pride is your weakness   Your pride is my will   Pride is the weakness   As I drown into the real