Hacride Perturbed
Obesession, old demons who defeat you
I search, greedy for calm, my liberty
Let the amoeba devour you
It's your requiem
The racked guided spirit by the past,
Voodoed by this pity witch freeze my veins.
Ridiculousness
This obsession is yours, individual
Invented or hidden, justified or inordinate
Your eyes give away and this secret so well kept
This languidness, suffering from hurt you so much
These perturbed sensations
Macabre mass of my look towards the future
Respect your vision of huminity respect man who regard
you
Respect these men who look at you
These memories which spoil life
