1. MY PALACE

Stuck in my palace
The mind is so quiet
Build around a task:
To play on my own trial

Do you think I'm losing face?
Don't answer! I recognize
A liar soul into your eyes
You've no place in my palace

My story begins
In high school hate
When I made a choice
Between kill or forget

I'm peaceful and fair
To much for mankind
For boys and girls society
Cause this world wasn't mine
I am not a murderer
But I've wished a new Columbine
I am not a murderer
But I've loved this people die

Do you think …

Does my palace look like a jail?
Do you think you're cleverer than me?
Do you think I lost my face?
You've no place in my palace

2. 2 MINUTES ALONE

I never felt concerned before that click
No rainbow, no pain, no tunnel light stick
Braves are saved (no surprise), the bad are damned
No one's ready for his judgement day


Two minutes alone,
Remember souls that you made crying.
When you hit them on your own
Don't you feel humble and ashamed
Which colour will you choose
To repaint the remorse of you life?
Two minutes for those
Who saw your shining bloody knife

Cut the sin trees on Uncle Sam fields.
Turn the light off and pray for seeds.
Cook that grass (for your friend). Give it and quit.
Burn the TV on and watch my vote's split.

Give me more, two minutes
I don't get why I let her go
When I hit her on my own?
I feel ashamed, I do feel down
Which flood should I dilute
To flout the ashes of my life?
I wish I could see her once
If I was two minutes alone


3. BLACK FLOUR

Grandfather said we're not supposed to play with the fire
In outer space just hear the cries, the mother surely dies
An obstetrician said to the wife, the baby won't survive
To purify the soul demised, religious tribal war

To customise, personalise, scarify
To prostitute in slaughterhouse, encapsulated
Autocratic archenemy, forever here, no bravery

Bones, bones, black bones
Flour, flour, black flour
Bones flour, black flour

I am here, I'm no one, don't mess around
With politics, economics and cruel harms
And petrol flaws on children bones
In a wasted land, don't mess around

Bones, bones, black bones
Flour, flour, black flour
Bones flour, black flour

I am here, I'm no one, don't mess around
With politics, economists and cruel harms
And petrol flaws on children bones *2

To customise, personalise, scarify
To prostitute in slaughterhouse, encapsulated
Autocratic archenemy, forever here, no bravery

In a wasted land, never mess around, never mess around


4. FINAL ATTITUDE

My eyes are black, my hearts are cold
Behind the lies belongs my throne
Despair, anger, hatred inside
I am your god, I am your blood

My wings are black, my soul is stone
I share the sins, I burn your homes
With purity and honesty
I am the guide, the perfect line

My words are clear, I'm in, I'm you
I am your final attitude
My means are clear, I'm here, I'm proud
I'm your final attitude

In the hands of thousands lives
Words are poison (where) justice lies
To shape the world is bloody crap
Hazed empty cries in the shadows

We step in line, we let it come
Obey those masters on the run
Just close your eyes and eat there gum
And let your mind become there rump

Let your mind become there rump
Let your ass become there crux


5. LAST PROTOCOL

The silent terror came from the sea
An empty ship lying putrid
No tombs to dig around
At first all children will pass the line
Daughters, sons, priests and demons
The sun will never rise again

Forever death takes us apart
No mystic rules will overcome
Fatal issue, last protocol
We die

Hither and thither life remains
Dismembered monsters warned by fate
Loving scabby hands
The moon is high over the land
The invisible threat blinded our eyes
Promises are lost

My right hand gives, my left hand takes
Isolation is my name
I will stay on my way
I'd wish to go back through the years
To change the world, a better world
Be Hero on the run

Forever death takes us apart
No mystic rules will overcome
Fatal issue, last protocol
We die


6. THE NEW ROMANCE

Hold my hand, I take you there
And then you'll ear this new romance
Cold and short the talks are late
I hang up again her picture ...in a sense

She's a white and black girl,
She lives half naked
Her thin arms seem to be
Her bosom friends

When fawny10 is connected,
I am in a trance
‘Cause her made up eyes are pointing me
« me » in a sense

My web cam is plugged and my tease on
I wear all black just like she'd love
Every Friday night, I pay the price
To offer to us Champagne

My last few friends tell me: You're crazy! They say: You've never met her,
You've never saw her!
Nevertheless I cannot live
Without her


7. THE SOLEMN ADJURATION

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