Deserts (are) fading
Always facing the Deep Temple
Oceans (are) shining
Firewater tastes like plastic and metal
Tundras (fade-in) leading
Feeding for their own raving
Gardens dehydrating
Paling faces are aching
Fix up my rib cage and spit on my lungs
(Use a pair of tongues)
Read another page and say it out loud
Say (Je en sais pas)
Skip your job with rage when it's allowed
Say (Trou du cul)
Strip onstage and fly away if you're proud
(Vas te faire foutre)
Browbeat - Dead rats inside
Offbeat - The knot that ties us
It's bowing - Before our eyes
Let us fly away - High to the skies
A pair of empty faces - Like empty traces
Nothing will be the same - Nothing will repair this pain again