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Lyrics : Guillaume Arnaud

The flying watches seem to cross my way
The elephants have to spread their wings
Scanning the dreams of a spannish painter
I hope to find what's inside the clay

The bruising path is getting closer
The bruising path is getting nowhere
We did not found the roaring answer
That what we're searching now

I'm lost into a maze of floating ashes
And no one there
I'm lost beneath the veil of sleeping masses
I need some hope

It's getting worse as I try to move on
The landscape has grown with no limit
I feel so sick of this heavy nightmare
I had to escape from this snakepit

Soft pictures of destruction

Just have a nice day with a silky creature
The melting pocket watches cross the sky
Welcoming the scene with a stunning pleasure
The melting pocket watches are my eyes

Music : Anger In The Reward System