Waking up every morningDroging at work, bored to deathUnfortunately we
I close my eyes and fall on the groundI take
So criniere ressort dans cetteLumiere blafarde.Le reverbere de cette rue
Beware!Here we go!Look through my eyes and try to defineWhat
A human blood written bookPages of centuries torn skinFilled with
Caught in the endless turmoil of theinvisible, absurd downfallMy eyes
Come on!2, 3, 4Trap, I falled in a trapSociety has
If you look back to the great showthat is HistoryYou
There stands the man in whiteIn the middle of the
In front of this blank pageI try to find the
When the sun appearsRemember, I was so youngSomeone in the
Disfigured faceJust blood and sweatYou're getting inThe grind-core tranceLove...
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