… Forever acting my unmasked masquerade towards every unknown friend, I play the synopsis of my hypoplastic masterpiece, doomed in failure. Possible errors in my life were decimated, Every aspect, so spectacular and calculated. They bragged my existence as a work of genius, But deep down I, the artist, feel a lack of bliss. Tortured by my desire of the unreachable, is it a crime? Infinite success for the ultimate failure, god am I your pantomime? Will I ever be whole, will I ever reach my goal? In my heart there is a hole, I can’t stand my simplistic role. The healthiest and wealthiest, never satisfied... We are never complete, even though we try. Ma perfide vie ne se résume qu’à l’immensité de cet abime. Couronné de victoires autant que de déboires. M’abandonnant au trépas, alors que je n’ai fait que croire, En l’espoir d’apercevoir une fin à cette frime. MONA LISA WITH A FINGER UP HER ASS! Celebrities do drugs and commit suicide, This is a song that may tell you why. … Forever acting my unmasked masquerade towards every unknown friend, I play the synopsis of my hypoplastic masterpiece, doomed in failure. Possible errors in my life were decimated, Every aspect, so spectacular and calculated. They bragged my existence as a work of genius, But deep down I, the artist, feel a lack of bliss.

Wanted a remedy, I gave birth to a disease. I fought against my unknown self. Shadowed, unrevealed, My past veiled with tragedy, I beg to forget that it’s just the “entrée” of a cruel eternity. Leaking through my mental maze, The buried deep verdict shall rise. Dead memories taking over lucidity, Breathless, I fear the inner enemy! With darkness, I met suffering. Hideousness I was escaping, As truth filled me with dishonour. Cryptic Identity... Your hidden insanity! Crisis of the soul concealed in a shell. Cryptic Identity... Rusted gates of secrecy! Fictional embryo… Of neural constipation! Wanted a remedy, I gave birth to a disease. I fought against my unknown self. Shadowed, unrevealed, My past veiled with tragedy, I beg to forget that it’s just the “entrée” of a cruel eternity. Parfois le visage doit-être dévoilé, Afin de mieux pouvoir s’effacer. Et la plaie a besoin de respirer, Question de ne pas s’infecter. Recrache le mal et nourris-toi du bien, Plus jamais tu ne resteras sur ta faim. Leaking through my mental maze, The buried deep verdict shall rise. Dead memories taking over lucidity, Breathless, I fear the inner enemy! With darkness, I met suffering. Hideousness I was escaping, As truth filled me with dishonour. Cryptic Identity... Your hidden insanity! Crisis of the soul concealed in a shell. Cryptic Identity... Rusted gates of secrecy! Fictional embryo… Of neural constipation! I’ll open the gates and let it out. (Get it out) I can’t take it anymore. I’ll open my mouth and shout it out. (Shout it loud) Testify for all the pests that haunt me. I’ll open the gates and let it out. (Get it out) I can’t take it anymore. I’ll open my mouth and spit it out. (Spit it out) This bacteria of evil inside me…

We've painted our needs and scribbled our dignity, Brainwashed, imposed doctrines of insatiability. Forgotten whispers of hope annihilated, in the shadows of skyscraping lies. Repetitious hits sealed the last fragment of resistance. We claim that we are free, free ‘til the limits drawn by phobias. As all humanity we are: Nailed Down, Hammered On. Oppressed even in our minds, we are: Nailed Down, Hammered On. Dirty ambitions, propaganda of agony, Countless wishes lead us to our undesired misery. On a beau tourner la page, l'écriture perdurera. L'histoire continue, mais les souvenirs sont toujours là. Tu peux poignarder mon livre, après tout je ne le relirai pas. Baigné dans le sang tu le laisseras, Un jour quelqu’un me comprendra… If you need an explanation For all these words that I’ve been screechin’. Come look at me for a clearer portrait, I can give you a demonstration of aching. Just spin your baby skinned back towards me, Hammer in hand, I’ll help you understand! Pined to an ideology of a world with no boundaries, Where quest for liberty stampedes equalitarianism. We claim that we are free, free ‘til the limits drawn by phobias (chorus) La lumière est une lueur d’espoir, Mais c’est lorsqu’elle se trouve derrière soi, Et qu’elle ne projette que de l’ombre sur le chemin qui nous devance, Que tout semble vermine éternelle … NAILED… HAMMERED… NAILED… HAMMERED… We've been presented to the world's seventh beauty, Treated as pharaohs so we don’t recognize it’s a fallacy. Once I was led to the summit of the highest cliff, Where I could see the splendorous scenery. Yet I was thrown over the edge into a sea of melancholy, Where I consciously knew I would never undergo anew, What harassing drops of flavor had shown me, Of life’s impossible magnificence. Forgotten whispers of hope annihilated, in the shadows of skyscraping lies. Repetitious hits sealed the last fragment of resistance. We claim that we are free, free ‘til the limits drawn by phobias. (chorus) La lumière est une lueur d’espoir, Mais c’est lorsqu’elle se trouve derrière soi, Et qu’elle ne projette que de l’ombre sur le chemin qui nous devance, Que tout semble vermine éternelle …

Earth, mankind’s dominion for “sadique” fantasies, Or mankind a simple limb, become infested? Either way, whom will be hunted down, In this mortal game… of puppetry? Fragile, foolish, selfish, living shit! Too advanced for its environment, Unconscious beast unleashed, To the frontline of terrestrial activity. Look around people. Do you not see the virus? 1, 2 Invasion’s what we do. 4, 3, 2, 1 Spoil is what is done. Welcome TO LIVING HELL, Fear our creation. Appreciate THE IMPURITY, Nature’s Leprosy! THIS IS WHAT WE FUCKING ARE. Polluting waste, that’s what we are. Contaminating Earth’s history, Infecting life’s source itself, Leaving rot, wherever we walk… Superbia, avaritia, luxuria, invidia, gula, ira, acedia. Oh… even sickness itself feels abhorrence! We are responsible for our actions, We will endure our own creations. Earth, mankind’s dominion for decent tragedies, Or mankind a simple project, worth abortion? Either way, whom will be handed crown, In their immoral, lame… destiny? Fragile, foolish, selfish, living shit. Too advanced for its environment, Unconscious beast unleashed, To the frontline of terrestrial activity.

J’ai la liberté de choisir et l’aptitude d’agir, La vision pour voir, les paroles pour faire valoir. Mais, malgré tout pour me motiver... Face à sa majesté, le temps, Je suis impuissant et condamné. We have the right to live, but not to survive. As it dies I realize, my ear-splitting cries, Will not bring me no salvage vessel. I graduate the point of culmination and find nauseate falsehood, Leading us adrift from impervious perfection of mind. Humanity will create the truth in books. Everything else is condemned to disappear. Le temps m’encule avec du papier sablé, Mon sang s’écoule à cadence de sablier. Ces minutes de lutte, ces heures de peur, C’est la maladie dont tous les gens meurent. I graduate the point of culmination and find passionate assurance, Pushing us towards a regaling allusion of control... Choose your path, destination apocalypse. Every tortuous road leads to the end, In the vanguard of dejection. Set loose your wrath and yell in vain, Every torturous day may be your end. It has become crystal clear... Time’s up! Seul du naufrage, abandonné dans mon berceau, J’ai tout laissé couler, même mon vaisseau. Sur ma plage seul avec les astres, Je contemple mon désastre. Dès le début j’etais piégé, programmé à decliner.