Les comètes approchent,

L’araignée t’attrape, tu n’as plus aucune chance..



Ses crocs t’empoisonne,

La vue trouble,

And then you close your eyes,

To fall asleep somewhere else.

Butterfly and Death,

Souvenir and Melancholy.

You won’t pass through

Without a scratch, without a mark.

No one knows what it’s like

The fourth dimension is so rarely attained,

Just a glimpse I had,

So much power it was.

Bring these dunes to the world,

Help this boy in this world.

Quadra-finity A man not of steel,

But something greater.

Some windows pass only black,

Others pass everything but mosquitos.

Away I am in my head.


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