pas fiable / Tellement les amities qui y naissent sont faibles / Tout le monde sait que la mort n?est pas une fable / Mes proches disparus savent que rien ne s?efface / Empathik
(Acteon) C?est l?enfer sur terre qui se perpetue dans ma tete / Ce monde, ces modes corrompent le peu d?idees claires / Que j?ai encore dans cet abysse
Un antre, vers ce monde, cet univers abject / Vers une suite pleine d?objectifs, pas d?objection / Un dernier souffle, une derniere chute / Jusqu?au jour ou on se reverra, rien n?echappe a l?empathique
(Sin?K) Un jour de plus ou j?tourne en rond, j?traine pas dans les halls / Car y?a pas de chaise pour la Ola / Au quartier? Mais allez ! J?suis jamais
you ask whats on my mind. what does that look on my face mean. why don't i ever tak about it. inside i crack and wind. sometimes its difficult to think
Premise to interlude Wait till all bones pretrude You're convexed, you're convert There is a stain on your shirt Semi-sweet, semicide The remorse you
Welcome to this place they call the human race But I just can't keep up This little planet in space, this ship of human grace Has gone bottoms up
Her innocence is above me Today is dead, she's around my head Between my history between my headphones This is her home forever her home But I can't
You were wrong to resist nem I was wrong to forgive. Now I loathe my own weakness, But you praise me for this. There's a place in your future, Where the
The gods have just managed to tie Fanjariho to the ground. Tiw lost his right hand during the process; it was the wolf's security, a guarantee he would
As the days grow colder now And everything is lost A vision forms of better men Rising from the cross Never held the key to life Finally their loss Rising
Empathy, empathy will I empathize? Empathize, can I look through your eyes? Empathize, can I look through your eyes? Empathy, empathy will I empathize? Empathize, can I look through your eyes? Empathize
can i steal your mind? can i crawl down inside? and when i am your child can i feed in your eye? can i drink the air in your lungs? and can i breath your
My flavor is the stuff of locusts. Hot chili firebrand spitting volcano teeth. Bleeding skies, sulpher mines... The foul breath of Satan's favorite gutter
