Butterfly

Les comètes approchent,

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

D-I-S-C-O-V-E-R

Discover

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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