I can see you running, I can see you hiding I can see you standing, I can see you waiting Are you waiting for me, or somebody else And if it's somebody else, don't worry I'll keep on waiting, I'll keep on waiting for you I see you on the floor, Oh I can see you on the other side of the door I see you there, I see you there, I see you there And I'm trying to see how many bullets you got left in your gun So if you want to try, You can try You throw a flash, You throw a flash, You throw a flash Are you trying to blind me, Oh please don’t you be so unkind to me I can see you laughing, I can see you smiling I can see that you are happy, now I see you crying Are you crying for me, or somebody else And if it's somebody else, don't worry I'll keep on crying, I'll keep on crying for you I see you on the floor, Oh I can see you on the other side of the door I see you there, I see you there, I see you there And I'm trying to see how many bullets you got left in your gun So if you want to try, You can try You throw a flash, You throw a flash, You throw a flash Are you trying to blind me, Oh please don’t you be so unkind to me I can see you leaving, I can see who you're holding I can hear my own breathing I can hear my heart beating Does your heart beat for me, Or somebody else And if it's somebody else, don't worry 'Cause my heart will never stop beating for you Are you trying to blind me Oh please don't be so unkind to me

only a survivor gets to say what they want about the ambulance driver while everyone else just listen up to the words that dogs would be jealous of they say is simple enough so just cheer the fuck up they said something so small will just get us in trouble and kill us all now maybe I made a mistake and there's really no telling but how could you ever tell it's not what you think we just made a mistake because something so small was so easy for us to just throw away

have to pay the price of freedom and happiness, with efforts and sacrifice, feel peaceful and guiltless

Aux noms de tous tes noms Déesse des Dieux! Les évasions deviennent consommables, consumables, conspirées par le cortège des oracles guerrières moites de cette succion d'éther. Celles-là qui font misère des cordes à peines comptées, parfois entrevues durant le vivre et le mourir en la seule seconde terrifiante, orgasmique, mourir et vivre en la seconde qu'Elle éclate, Mère de la misère corde. En la seconde mourir et vivre, vivre et mourir en la seconde. Louanges à Déesses! Horribles câlins naissant dans le vent des ans où va et vient le débit désabusé, bel amour sans condition qui soupire les ondes des forgerons attestant le rythme radial, grand blanc semé à la trace odorante de ses voix. Saigneuses des univers. Celles-là même qui trament misère des cordes. Vénérer pleinement chaque porteur par pulsions premières sous le planning sévère de quelques planètes envieuses d'être épelées du feu à quatre pattes insoumises; seul ce feu faisait mine de savoir l'eau interstitielle. Mères des misères cordes. Mourir et vivre en sa seconde. En sa seconde, mourir et vivre. Reines des secondes sans jugement. Telle la silhouette en treillis assouvissant de déserts les humains accrochés à leurs crampes encrées aux milliards de maux, par inadvertance, offerts afin qu'ils bâtissent, oui ces salopes avec ou sans pénis, les humains qui bâtissent ces piliers dorées soutenant cette vacuité sure d'eux. C'est vous que j'adore! Vous! Dont je méprise le but. Plaies pyrrhiques abruptes aussi abrutissantes que l'obscurantisme des réverbères coincés sur la castration féodale incrustée aux fausses pierres et leurs nouvelles prières des putains de pères. Perds-moi vers la plaine gauche: alors les capacités persisteront à siffler le violet flûté encore, flûté, flûté, profondément flûté sur la pression psychique hurlée, flûtée, juste unisson et passion sans pardon, flûtée et harpée avec la cruelle croyance criarde des crocs qu'ameute la marche têtue de l'araignée. Vers la plaine gauche de celles que vous avez vidées de méfaits. En votre seconde mourir et vivre, vivre et mourir en votre seconde. Je vous prie d'y passer en premier; je vous aime car vous secondes croustillaient les lobes qu'elles prennent signataires des astres lagunaires, elles y demeurent volatiles au claquement de doigts, leur demeure première et seconde s'évapore lasse des lèvres pluvieuses, vers la plaine gauche. Oui c'est la plaine de celles qui bafouent votre bienveillance et de celles des troublantes trouvailles censées commettre la langue du parsec convulsif qui goutte ainsi la seconde où il se doit de mourir et de vivre. Vivre et mourir en la seconde. De ta main, de ta seconde, mourir et vivre. Vivre et mourir de ta main, de ta seconde. My muse will leave at the end of the world My Muse will leave at the end of the world. From deep water he feel everything. Spell drunk this time wrapped into syntony. Once upon the space who surround us. Life care and sing Death, Death care and sing Life. It was fairy empty of word It was nearly the big mouth laughing It was merry with this six toys that traps My muse will leave at the end of the world. Come on sweet newt dive into the lava...

if you’re there then i’ll be there and we can be there i don’t care if you’re here then i’ll be here and we can be here i don’t care i don’t really care where we are i’m trying to find you i’m trying to find you i’m trying to find you i’m trying to find me too

I crash into your life run until your arms drop your dreams

Oh the innocence is mine For your elegance leads you to lie But for reasons I cannot supply I've accepted the blame It's always the same And the compliments aren't what they seem As your eyes divert what they mean Oh your beauty disguises your dark And how cunning a mind I choose to be blind And I smile to think how you try And the boundaries you'll cross to justify But to me I don't even mind All I need is your time Oh your love is sublime And I'm hoping it won't end in tears 'Cause my sanctuary lies in my fears But if it all falls apart in the end I will try to contend It's your touch that transcends

Strange, strange days Kids are playing outside Cars are parked the other way Sky is turning grey When you talk just the right way Strange, strange days Building went down Men are wearing crowns Question mark is written on the forehead of a town Big question mark Right on it's face Strange, strange days