Mad boys, sons of the cities,
Raised between dream and tragedy.
Crazy, in the gutters and alleys,
Seeds of aggressivity.

Monsters in your midst

The heroes of your myths of yesterday,
You made us what we are today.
Moonlight, the fine art of illusion.
Starbright, your own consuming derision.

You fear and hate me,
I’d eat your children it is true,
But look at it my way:
Being in my place so would you.

Am I wrong cries the lone wolf,
To eat this blood that keeps me strong.
The hunter’s gun shouts oblivion
But I’m still here writing this song.

Ever since your race has arisen,
You’ve tracked and hunted me, all of you.
You say that I kill your children,
Well open your eyes so do you.

Questions, ponderence.
Random filling of the nothingness.
The mind, the knowledge:
Can’t you see it’s all I’m after?

Arithmetic dissection, (of the universe)
My cabalistic dance.
An alchemic dissertation,
My unending penance.

Reflections, transcendence,
Virtual painting of the neuro-net.
The set, the sound, the lights…
The show is all set

Bizarre descent
In the land of the weird
Logarithmic acceleration,
Insufficient preparation.

My thoughts are mangled;
My destination is set.
Gravity’s got its hold on me,
I tumble upon death.

Ouch…..You missed me, bitch.

My quest is unfinished,
My curiosity undiminished.
I still have to tell you:
Words and visions,

I’m dying to get through;
It’s now all up to you.

Gravity gets its final hold on me,
As I fall upon the ground.
I feel her cold eternal touch
As I fade off without a sound.

I’d never go for it… never!
Insipid songs…
Martyred insides, sore and crucified.
Rhythmic trance…
I love you so and here I go.
Lucifer
Sinful, unholy, pointy tail and horny;
You keep wandering, searching,
Hoping you will find me.

Filthy lizard whore, pausing at my door,
Shed your skin for every stranger.
Crawl…crawl…lower…lower…
Carnal pleasure, lustful pressure,
Ride and torture this lucky creature

It’s come this, a sinful bliss
Hear it hissss, Lucifer’s kiss
How fragile and tiny, craving for ecstasy,
And you’re waiting and you’re waiting
And you’re waiting for me;

For your senses to arouse
Encaged in my bestiality,
For my corruption of your soul
Inlaying your sweet chastity;

For my warm and obscene crawling
Upon your obedient flesh,
For the orgasmic pounding
Of your damp and willing sex.

You know you’re nothing without me
Submitted object of my lust.
Parading your indecency
Enjoying your guilt at all cost.

Green scaled lizard, hidden in shadows.
Ink and paper, It feeds. It grows.

Lizard
Now at some point of our near future
A clash of mythic proportion is about to take place:
An epic story with stakes so unsure,
The possible finale of a certain race.

Shaky hands, freaking shadow,
The frightening sight of an ending show.
Long foretold scenes, a passion play.
Your precious world crumbling away.

A lonesome warrior, standing tall:
A glimpse of hope before the fall;
Facing an ancient dragon queen,
In a fiery struggle at the end of dreams.

Now ends your reign, shouts the cavalier,
You’ve had your fun but now I’m here!
For ageless times you’ve threatened the garden
With your corruption and foulness.

This earth was meant to be our Eden
But you spoiled it in a mess.
Your childish bravadoes are futile
Hiss the grovelling reptile

My blood is cold, as I was made
Solely responsible for my trade
Your righteous god has made my hide scaly;
Up from above, laughing scornfully.

What could be worth longevity
Against the pleasures of ecstasy?
Your so precious humanity
is yet just another fuck to me.

We’re eternal partners, you and I,
We both know it to be true
But you’ve gone too far, There’s no turning back.
Now I am going to kill you

Your grip is loosening perfid demon
The awakening is on the move
Our children are growing wiser
the point I’m trying to prove »

Tell me who are your allies little man,
Although your armour gleams,
With swords and shield and useless plans,
You pose no threat to my esteem.

Kings and queens and officers, it seems,
Submitted, are kneeling to my will;
The violent, the vile, the weak, the junky…
My legions are many.

Gaze into the abyss
Into which I dwell,
You might besight a glimpse
Of your own personal hell.

Please Little Sun, please tell me
Tell me that I’ve gone crazy
Tell me I invent this insanity,
That I fancied this whole story.

Please Little Sun, oh please tell me!

Please tell me that you will do right,
Not drifting from the path, as we all do;
Blindly staring at the light,
We all know to be untrue.

Burn, burn, Little Sun,
Smouldering star in the night.
Fall, fall, Little Sun,
Beautiful angel, burning bright.

You see little sun, I cried for you;
For the world you were put into,
But don’t you despair, little sun;
An era of pleasure has begun.

Shine, shine, Little Sun,
Born to glitter, born to run.
Dance, dance, Little Sun,
Sing your torments on and on.

So many fears, all swept away,
And countless cheers as breaks the day,
As we all sing an happy song:
An happy ending to this endless wrong.

There’s gonna be, some change around
A devastating crumbling sound.
There’s gonna be some change around,
The end of this merry go round.

Things of the heart
Use to move me to you see?
But now I know:
They’re just inside disharmony;
My world is now a thousand-coloured hues
Where pain is red and sadness blue,
A jewel prison, just for me,
Reflected images, all around.
A radiant sensual cage
Into which I’m bound.
Experiencing sounds and pictures,
Probing life’s complexity;
Daring the limits so unsure,
Pre-programmed observance.

Digitized drawers of information
I trust to be reality;
Molecular organization,
Quantified data, symmetry.
The mind creates all that I see:
Odours and light intensity;
Transcending my senses limitation:
Psychedelic objectivity.
I now am in a mystic place,
With my whole life before me ,
When I finally find the door
I looked for, for the whole story.
While back there at the body,
A busted brain artery,
Bring lawyers and coronary
To the ceremonial parading gallery.
All wearing masks of tragedy,
Managers and record company,
Wrangling my legacy
As end my little story.

I met a weird guy
Named Sagnahet-So 2,
On one of the distant planets
I’ve traveled to.

He seemed so funny to me,
Dying his dog blue;
Singing strange song while in bed
With his wife Sumpaï-Doo.

I meet interesting people
Anywhere that I go
From the numerous moons of Jupiter
To the prairies of Idaho.

In an eerie dimension
Five thousands years ago
I met a preaching Cyclops
And his son Tamaho;

They offered me a beverage
I just couldn’t say no,
It tasted like sweetened vomit
But I said, I like it so.

They’re all so very special
And I think you should know;
From America to Zimbabwe,
From down here on earth to far away.

Everyone looks the same to me,
Even you brother, Join the family.

My mind escaped me while I was asleep,
And floating free out of the deep,
An obsolete shell shattered upon me:
An intricate armour of repressed memories.

Inconsistent imaging. Pieces of a picture
Enigmatic, puzzling, fragmented and flustered.
What am I ? What is true ?
Absence of a point of view.

Unfocused attention, shattered and vacant;
Overall confusion…incoherent.

In my mind there’s variety,
A Pleiades of people dancing around,
Wearing costumes, shimmering, specialists…
Architects of this scenery,
My mind setting, my sanity

Viewpoints, angles, insight,
Windows (shattering)
Masks and unborn faces,
Multiple facets.
Inner-names
So I can get to know myself better.
Ever shifting personae,
I…you…he…I again…
I tell you I know everybody,
Even you baby…come to me.

Meandering webs of blasphemy and sin:
Vague impression of a bygone dream.
Ravenous dark lords with an hunger so deep
and billions of children that hopelessly weeps.

Jackal’s truth, quick to hide,
Slaughtered children, terrified.
Media coverage, veil of lies
And don’t even bother criticizing.

Hollow circles, masks and disguise,
Reflecting a numbness, deep inside.
Sideshow, freak-act. hell on crusade.
Limelight adorns this masquerade.

It’s a broadcast beast, a ravishing sight,
insidious indeed this devilish knight.
I switch the channels, and still you’re there,
As far as I can tell, you’re everywhere.

I read the stories; you cast the lies,
Why can’t anybody tell me why?

An arch villain doing his best,
A typical plot of world conquest.
A wizard’s apprentice final test
Or a kung-fu masters karma quest.

Weird monsters from deep space
On a rampaging death race.
Joe and Jack the space rangers,
Jupiter Jim and Danny Danger

Heroes…

Four colour era:
My realm of fantasy;
Cruel tyrants from red Russia
Threatening humanity.

A patriotic warrior
Flagged in red white and blue:
Most valuable behaviour,
My innocent point of view.