À l’horizon te voient,
Ces ombres qui n’existent pas.
Un jour t’attaqueront,
Ces ornithorynques à poils longs.
Aux griffes devastatrices,
Foutez-moi donc la paix.
“And how do we charge them ?
-With this”, he showed him cables from his backpack.
Is your Lucky Star capable to manifest in concrete ways ?
How can you expect a free truth ¡n such a world ?
Will I summon the devil at 666 or 999,
You become a demon reading 666 in 999.
You’re not even an ant against their weapons.
Rasta and Old Nick once,
Forever gone hopefully.
Perhaps it’s just a keilou
Truly open your eyes,
And stop yawning,
Too much things to do in just one life,
For if there’s only one.
Choosing not to choose really is that impossible ?
Such a world..
Now is all that matters.