They twist and tangle in this circle of sand
 Unclassified

 They crawl up the walls everywhere, without precisions
 Shapes in a giant bunny's cranium
 Hopping and irresolute
 Unsolved ideas of a distorted guest
 No justifications, for these flavors are tasty passages
 The pleasure of sharing a so special collection

 If only I had some mechanical apparatus
 Involved with my torso
 My personal darkness would fade out to the nine winds
 Blown away by grafting cells

 She tasted spontaneity with an honorable mission in mind
 Just to spit out intense squares of uncolored ink
 In the face of a pulsating mass of flesh
 Talking nonsense on its throne
 [bad word] well she did!

 And in view of that case
 The oracle declared
 That it would be more pleasant to be naturalized
 Than to make conversation
 With a blind beholder in need of affection
 Only to find the same patterns on the fast lane

 We are within the nonsense of a larger plan
 Worthy of some salt pouring on a bloodied part
 Merry, merry, joy, joy!
 nice and pleasant dip in an acid pool

 Don't you see my smile?
 I just glow with derision!
 Or perhaps my eyes, turning pitch black
 Only want to pierce these dense walls all around me
 They always do when sarcasm is on the verge of punching a well-earned goal

 Horns and screams are tools
 For the altered thoughts of an attitude
 Rooted in multiple layers of beings

 We once lost our wings
 And can't ignore the [bad word] pain of a grounded life

 We are within the nonsense of a larger plan
 Worthy of some salt pouring on a bloodied part

 Sonority Divine!
 Positive feelings made this [bad word] vanish
 In a shout of pure energy

 To blend is not to bend
 To be is one two three
 Impulsions on the throne
 Choices for you alone
 The earth is not round

 Sans même user de paroles intelligibles,
 Ils [bad word] tous
 Alignés du même coté de la démence temporaire
 Ces sons qui salivent de sens éparpillés
 Signalaient un état d'esprit intense et implacable

 And in view of that case
 The oracle declared
 That it would be more pleasant to be naturalized
 Than to make conversation
 With a blind beholder in need of affection
 Only to find the same patterns on the fast lane