Wassat : Reaktor

Death Alternatif / France
(2006 - pas de label connu)
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1. FOG CENTURY HALL

A multicoloured world
With rainbow as roads
Shining and everchanging colours as wind for its directions
And weather for its seasons

Levatating buildings
Made of unknown materials
As smooth as glass
The end and the outcome of all
A dive into heaven
A spring into emptyness
(Places) where dreams seem to be reality
And fortune a law

Joy flowing in the air
Like a flame is burning in hearts

A place where childhood is
Not simply an attribute of artlessness but
Self devoted to philosofical sciences

What's this world
Unearthly amazing
Which kind of world?
Could shelter such a kind of perfection
What's this world?
Breathing its unrealistics virtues?
Which / what kind of world
Could countain this end in itself.


2. DEAD WORLD LULLABY

What's this hell?
Apokalypse has come?
A dead world's vision invading my cell!
I know where am I from,
But cannot (even) recognize anything
I haven't got acustomed to such a level of thriving

What about beliefs and gods?
Have these become obsolete things?
Are all this changements well bode?
My soul is crumbling as a clod!

Erased - compel - replaced
Am I becomming an empty shell?

What's this hell?
Apokalypse has passed?
A reborn world's vision invading my cell!
Schemer but also reassuring anyway
I can hear for my era tolling bells' wastes
All has faded, disappeared
And cannot be excavated
Survivor of an engulfed world

Spoken: « -all your world has been erased!
Welcome to a perfection devoted place!
Where nothing can be hidden
And everything has an inborn dutie. »

Lost I am
Feed my greedeven (if) battering ram
Plant the seed
Fill my carcass
Water my soul
Escaping this morass
Make me soar

Traces of the past have gone - a new world has raised
Dna decoded – thus each programmed for a perfect life
No awkwardness to be fired
No illness to ruin your future's plan to
The carcinogenicity is'nt a threat but a medicine
All is done for the highest level of comfort and Thriving...

What's this hell?
Apokalypse has passed?
This reborn world's is geting clear for me!
Reassuring but also schemer anyway
I can hear for my era tolling bells' wastes
All has faded, disappeared
But great to be cleared
Witness of an engulfed world

Erased - compel - replaced
Am I becomming an empty shell?

What about machines and pain / health?
Have these become an inborn thing?
Are all this changements ill bode?
My soul is crumbling as a clod!

Rewritten - compel - replaced
I have to feed my empty shell


3. MIRROR TIME THERAPY

The first time he sees this place
But this pilgrimmage is frightny amazing
Stressfully curious but this palace
Is very soon giving him a conviction of safe living

No invalidness nor madness
A common right to equality

Another step forward in this city
Reading a piece of newspaper falling on the ground
Enough time to roughly read
Before into dust disappearing astounds

No question of war, nothing more than good news
He understands quite clear to be abused
But would he be the one to be duped by (this task)
No matter, he's here to tear off this perfection's mask

No question of nuclear, nor terroristic problems
Is somebody making fun of me
But would I be the one to be duped by (this task)
No matter, I'm here to tear off this corroded human's mask

Feeding my thirst of knowledge
I penetrate the ways of secrets
Watching the faces passing along
I imagine there futures pasts and presents
They've got good reasons to hedge
Shure it's good to live this way
And to feel as a part of this throng
Without anyone to be betrayed

No question of morals, nor socialistic studies
It seems that all is done for statistics to be confirmed In advance
I should not be the one to be duped by (this task)
No matter, I'm here to tear off this dead body's mask

Off this dead body's mask


4. PATTERNFFECTION

After a feeling of fright
I immediately felt at ease
Whenever I found answers to my questions
They gave way to others

Suspicious present and inverted past
Values are melting, tranforming, fading away
The representation of perfection wraps my mind
(And) yet nothing seems to lend itself to support
Expired past, compromised future
Well-being dulling senses
Whispering to me... a lullaby for a dead world

After a feeling of fright
I immediately felt at ease
Whenever I found answers to my questions
They gave way to others
Should you know something you want to hide?
I'm indeed an ordinary man
But my artlessness cannot allow me this ignorence
Should you have something to say to me?


5. AIMENGINE

Aimengine
I'm here,
As in a tier,
Scrutineer,
And ingeneer,
Of my judgement.
(He) makes me fear,
And endear,
Chear on me,
Of his time devotee
Teachingly fraudulent?

Going away,
Discover all alone,
Fullfilling a formative escape.
Getting allay,
But aimless I roam,
Is this up shaping?

I want to explore all its secrets,
No matter what it costs !
It's up to you !
I need to burst this abscess,
Before I'm going mad!
For ruin heading aren't you?

Trust should I,
And feel safe,
Even if remose would embrace me.
So this place leave I,
Alone as a waif,
A sailior on a rough sea.

Getting allay,
But aimless I roam,
Is this up shaping?

I want to explore all its secrets,
No matter what it costs !
It's up to you !
I need to burst this abscess,
Before I'm going mad!
For ruin heading aren't you?


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