« Hi, i'm the captain Previously on…GOODBYE Absolutly have to have dark in order to have light, you have light on light, you have nothing. From the bottom of my heart, thank you for sharing my grief and for making my wife a very special person in you life too. I'm waiting on the good times now... » Are you mature for this regame ? L’Homme noir fuyait à travers la ville et le pistolero le suivait. Kharma était mort•e, de là-haut iel avait eu tout le loisir de contempler la folie dans sa globalité. Les humains qui s’écharpent, se haïssent, se jalousent mais finissent toujours par penser à demain. Pourquoi se demander ce qu’on va manger ce soir quand on ne sait même pas quel tableau n’aura pas encore disparu dans 150 ans ? Ils débarquent, pillent et s’en vont, c’est toujours la même chose. Ils ont des chats et des chiens mais tuent des boeufs et des porcs. Ils aiment leurs prochains mais lynchent leur voisins. Tiennent la porte mais distribuent des coups de poings. Et pourtant Kharma n’arrivait pas à détourner son attention d’une rue. La maison brûle, mais iel regarde à l’intérieur. Tout est parfait sauf cette pièce. Qui est-ce ? I gave you a chance twice about You fucked up five in a row Who is this person you're laying down with ? Promise me you'll tell the truth I did believe in the afterlife But I don’t believe in you anymore Is this the age of Ilm Al Batin ? I don’t want to join the Secret Wars Every stories, and faces and names are melting up in a little happy cloud Your perception of time and reality are about to change the second you'll login Quick on my heaven's door, the twins predicts that you will all join me I recognize the lips of my ennemies and forgive myself all those miseries Those 21 grams in everyone is the only data) that we should care about Love is all and everywhere, we gonna meet again on the Bitfröst There are no flashbacks or reunions if you would like that you got a social wall Do you hear the horn of Eld this loop is about to change Rise and shine my flower bloom «- Calm happiness. - Le paradis est sur terre. - Le paradis est un endroit où n'existe pas la peur. - Heaven is when your heart feels good, doesn't matter how hard life is. - Nous avons la plage et le sable blanc, bordé de cocotiers, plié par les Alizés. - It's a bit windy. - Heaven is probably like a dream where all events don't worry me...where I don't experience any emotion.. and just watching it like a film. - Heaven is really a blank page, a private joke, a collapsing journey. - Il n'y a qu'un seul endroit qui m'évoque le paradis, le camping des ilots bleus. - Je vis dans une maison blanche chaleureuse où il y a accès à tout les livres du monde. - Here with a loaf of bread beneath the bough, a flask of wine, a book of verse and thou beside me singing in the wilderness and wilderness is Paradise now - C'est très dur à voir le paradis, mais par contre pour moi c'est ne pas toucher les affaire des autres, et être sage et honnête. La vie est dure, ça tourne comme la montre, mais la vie est belle. - Le paradis est un lieu où on mange sans faim, on boit sans soif et on dort sans réveil. - Parait-il que l'enfer c'est les autres. Et pourtant pour moi le paradis c'est le bonheur d'être avec ses amis, sa famille, beaucoup de chiens trop mignons et puis pourquoi pas du soleil et du pastis. » Il pleut des larmes Il pleut des larmes Il pleut des larmes Il pleut des larmes Il pleut des larmes Il pleut

Angélique a un don, celui d’en voler un aux morts Du moins elle l’avait Thor à tort il lui fallait retrouver ses menus larcins, car elle avait beau en pâtir, c’était toujours le meilleur moyen de communiquer avec ceux indéfiniment absents En arrêtant les échanges elle relançait la maladie Vain abandon quand enfin quelqu’un voulait la voir sourire A coup de placebos aquarelles elle avait finir par penser que lе problème était dans sa tête comme lеs voix du martien qui se couchait à ses côtés Le moindre mouvement devenait un appel, dort-elle vraiment ? Un feu follet sur le val s’apprêtait à s’embraser, jusqu’à ses lèvres Il aura fallu attendre le Shambhala pour que l’on se parle vraiment… Nicolas and you and I are chained You can ask and I cannot explain This wasn't supposed to be the end this way Mistakes always replace other mistakes I need to leave with a begpack Walking so far with her beg Walking so far with her begpack Walking so far with her begpack pretending to forget all the mess She lost her dog And also her grandma But it's nothing compared to losing him So why is it so hard to fill this void ? Is it broken, or closed for all ? Take your pills and sleep in Kodeialand Take your pills and survey behind Take your pills and say «Society» Take your pills and vomit it Throw your pills and listen the Lhamo "Shazam !" "Damn ! Damn !" "- I don't know why this keep happening. I take these amazing women and I ruin them - I'm not "ruined" - I don't listen - It is definitely very annoying how you don't listen - Thank you ! But you don't have to say nice things just to make me feel better - What do all of these women have in common ? Young. You keep dating women in their twenties. They're not fully formed yet. Life changes people. You don't ruin these women they just grow up? - So what you're saying is : They'll all grow up but I'll stay the same age ? - Or.. you grow up. Beacause otherwise they're gonna keep outgrowing you. You mind if I try ? " You were my blue eyes And you were my swimming pool You and I My art attack You are yellow Hailey Chrysanthem rubellum Crabs and doggies My art attack You are in every verse I married a souvenir Ukiyo-e on the wall My art attack You are a su-person Not an illusion I couldn't see you My art attack (My art attack) You were my temperance (You were a chance) And you were my fury tale (Pari-Banou) Sutra and Karma (You are Vata) My art attack (My art attack) You are a mountain (Snowboard fall) A top that I can't reach (Tangerine Trip) Machu and Picchu (You are Macchu) My art attack (my art attack) You are Zaha Hadid (Valero) Kazuyo Sejima (Rintoshite) Carme Pigem (Hamdard) My architect (My art attack) I tried all the dead ends (Consummatum est) All paths leads to you (Golden bricks) Rome to Madinina (To Sierra) My art attack (My art attack) Who is in the picture ? (Your face) What name's on the street ? (Your name) Behind the shadow (Red dwarf) My heat attack (My heat attack) Fleeing the death mushroom (Death Trumpets) Paralysed in my dreams (Lights out) Surviving on your own (Bovarysme) My art attack (My art attack) Tu es le voyage (voyage) Jupiter du système (Fur Venus) Toi et moi (et toi) Ton cœur m'attaque (Ton cœur m'attaque) You were my grey eyes (my green eyes) You're everything I need (you're everything) You and You (and you and you) My art attack (my art attack) I was your curly hair (you can touch it) And I was your headphones (I put on) Me and you (me) Your art attack (your art attack)Angélique a un don, celui d’en voler un aux morts Du moins elle l’avait Thor à tort il lui fallait retrouver ses menus larcins, car elle avait beau en pâtir, c’était toujours le meilleur moyen de communiquer avec ceux indéfiniment absents En arrêtant les échanges elle relançait la maladie Vain abandon quand enfin quelqu’un voulait la voir sourire A coup de placebos aquarelles elle avait finir par penser que lе problème était dans sa tête comme lеs voix du martien qui se couchait à ses côtés Le moindre mouvement devenait un appel, dort-elle vraiment ? Un feu follet sur le val s’apprêtait à s’embraser, jusqu’à ses lèvres Il aura fallu attendre le Shambhala pour que l’on se parle vraiment… Nicolas and you and I are chained You can ask and I cannot explain This wasn't supposed to be the end this way Mistakes always replace other mistakes I need to leave with a begpack Walking so far with her beg Walking so far with her begpack Walking so far with her begpack pretending to forget all the mess She lost her dog And also her grandma But it's nothing compared to losing him So why is it so hard to fill this void ? Is it broken, or closed for all ? Take your pills and sleep in Kodeialand Take your pills and survey behind Take your pills and say «Society» Take your pills and vomit it Throw your pills and listen the Lhamo "Shazam !" "Damn ! Damn !" "- I don't know why this keep happening. I take these amazing women and I ruin them - I'm not "ruined" - I don't listen - It is definitely very annoying how you don't listen - Thank you ! But you don't have to say nice things just to make me feel better - What do all of these women have in common ? Young. You keep dating women in their twenties. They're not fully formed yet. Life changes people. You don't ruin these women they just grow up? - So what you're saying is : They'll all grow up but I'll stay the same age ? - Or.. you grow up. Because otherwise they're gonna keep outgrowing you. You mind if I try ? " You were my blue eyes And you were my swimming pool You and I My art attack You are yellow Hailey Chrysanthem rubellum Crabs and doggies My art attack You are in every verse I married a souvenir Ukiyo-e on the wall My art attack You are a su-person Not an illusion I couldn't see you My art attack (My art attack) You were my temperance (You were a chance) And you were my fury tale (Pari-Banou) Sutra and Karma (You are Vata) My art attack (My art attack) You are a mountain (Snowboard fall) A top that I can't reach (Tangerine Trip) Machu and Picchu (You are Macchu) My art attack (my art attack) You are Zaha Hadid (Valero) Kazuyo Sejima (Rintoshite) Carme Pigem (Hamdard) My architect (My art attack) I tried all the dead ends (Consummatum est) All paths leads to you (Golden bricks) Rome to Madinina (To Sierra) My art attack (My art attack) Who is in the picture ? (Your face) What name's on the street ? (Your name) Behind the shadow (Red dwarf) My heat attack (My heat attack) Fleeing the death mushroom (Death Trumpets) Paralysed in my dreams (Lights out) Surviving on your own (Bovarysme) My art attack (My art attack) Tu es le voyage (voyage) Jupiter du système (Fur Venus) Toi et moi (et toi) Ton cœur m'attaque (Ton cœur m'attaque) You were my grey eyes (my green eyes) You're everything I need (you're everything) You and You (and you and you) My art attack (my art attack) I was your curly hair (you can touch it) And I was your headphones (I put on) Me and you (me) Your art attack (your art attack)

Une simple mission de routine en deux coups de pinceau se dit Thomas. Escorter quelqu’un de très important dans un endroit très secret. Pas de collants mais uniquement des costumes 3 pièces, car tous les héros ne portent pas de capes mais les escrocs ont toujours une cravate. Nous avions enfin réussi à t’oublier, pourquoi cache tu-donc maintenant le soleil ? Come back to the Erebus I saw our leaders look like us but richer Dont tell me about this world or I'm gone again Why has everyone here lost a damn eye ? Who is the next one to get power Responsibilities mean blood on your tongue You deserve the dystopia you avoid Lying is a sport and we're the champions All I can fight now is trolls behind their screens We've lost too many battles and still have to smile I'm tired Ben can we get back home ? Tonight all I want is to hold you like in the good times «And I tried you know, to fit in somewhere That's when I met Superman There's no way he could be dead, he's Superman, the Man in Steel himself He.. there's no way, he can't be dead. I like to consider myself to be a historian of Superman and a keeper of artefacts. There's a place where dreams are made, and dreams are broken. He's always had to fight for everything But he usually tends to get angry other things that he cannot control. I've never seen someone so taken in by. It's like he's suffocating in the world of Superman... Suffocating, no. He has suffocated, he cannot breath anymore. "Hey man the Hulk is not a black man", and I be like "Well, he is if you are in Hollywood" You know how sometimes, you almost having a conversation with yourself. It's almost like, you're a little nuts. I don't want to be angry, I want to be happy. It's only the bad people that I get mad at. They need to be beaten down to open their eyes. » Come come come back to the Ahket, there were Laurent and Joel, they said "Hi" to you (Come back) I saw our poorer down in the street and they thought of the year after they lived free (I saw) Don't tell me I'm gone again, oh God, can I keep some friends for once ? (Don't tell) Why is everyone here ? Why does everyone feel asleep ? Is this a ghost story ? (Why ?) All I can do now is to fight back, I don't walk for salt but I can run for gold (All I) We lost too many smiles, and in your eyes a red ocean is about to pour out (We lost) I'm tired of home, i'm tired of home but at least they won't bomb this side cause we made the bombs (I'm tired) Tonight all i want is you (Tonight) "I loved you and you killed me. I want you back in my life. I don't know what it is you think I did wrong, but... I love you. I don't like the way that you took things and change them around. To make it sound like I was a horrible person. I'm not a horrible person. I wouldn't hurt a fly. But she wanted to me to go to a gunstore with her. So she could buy a gun. She wanted to shoot herself in the head. «When I gotta kill myself I'm gonna shoot you and I'm gonna shoot me." She actually said that do me and I know that I wouldn't live without her and I don't want to live without her. But, I want to be able to have the right to fight for her love. But all I know is, I do kind of want to die because I don't have the love of my life anymore."

Revenu d’entre les maux, Kharma triomphe sans gloire car iel ne veux raconter ses peines à personne. Le paradis ne lui as pas suffit alors iel se peint une nouvelle Terre. Iel a retrouvé les amours, son travail inutile et ses amis en ligne. Il ne suffit alors plus que de réaliser que tout ceci est un rêve pour que les murs s’écroulent. Le plancher était faux, son sourire aussi. Fin de la farce, il ne reste plus rien, sauf moi. Je suis ton meilleur cauchemar. «He can't keep get away with this, he can't get away ! I had lost things you will never understand ! We learned that the twinkling lights are not shining beautifully for just us, they just are How do you know that somebody is acting as if they were a good personn but in really they're... technicallly... not a very good personn ? Une émotion, un regard, une sorte de retour au primitif. Un souvenir lointain, fugitif s'envole. La vie se venge toute seule de ce que nous avons fait ou parfois de ce que nous n'avons pas fait. Pas même un baiser. Il y a eu le temps des cerises. Une enfant il y a si longtemps et puis un jour tout à coup elle revient. Elle n'est plus une enfant, qui a décidé une fois pour toute que rien ni personne ne pourra lui venir en aide. Un enfant qui décide un jour de devenir sourd. Elle n'est plus qu'un parfum, un parfum d'enfance, d'adolescence, de jeune femme. Aveugle. La ferme intention d'exister à tout prix. Et rancunier. Et l'émotion et le regard et les souvenirs reviennent. D'exister envers et contre tous. Insistants, dévastateurs, la vie parfois semble injuste ou injuste avec certains le temps s'arrête, le temps revient en arrière. La vie répare, qui ne veut pas comprendre un enfant, on est perdus. Et si on s'était trompés ?» I won't die, I won't die I won't die, I won't die I won't die, I won't die I won't die, I won't die I won't die, someone will come to save us No one dies, only the place where we are breathing I won't die, I leave this to the kids after me I won't be drown, no matter how much seas I have to cross I won't die, even if I have to kill this Fermi I won't dö, Grafven allt Förliker I won't die, you've already murder my father After I die, my statues will come to haunt you I won't die, my mind is now on every platforms I won't cry, unless you move out the last vinyle I won't die, not before reaching the Mas Bee I won't die, I won't die I won't die, I won't die I won't die, I won't die I won't die, I won't die «J'en ai marre de courir moi»

So there is a progression from bottom to the top, with a very tribal and hard beginning until the symphonic climax but with style the same demoniac melodic signature. lyrics Si les lieux ont une âme, la sienne est maudite Là où sont écrites les lois, il y a forcément de mauvaises intentions et Florian découvre que de grands pouvoirs impliquent de grands mensonges Les prisons n’ont plus de barreaux, le monde n’a plus de fin et celle qu’il aimait n’a plus rien dans les yeux Ils voulaient autant des super héros que leur contraire Le son primordial de l'Univers s'est échappé du dernier sous-sol Regarde ce cadre, il n'y avait pas quelque chose à l’intérieur ? You don't want to see us but don't want our job either Like Schrödinger we do nothing and steal from you at the same time You vote for criminals who are telling you that we are the danger We fullfill your museum and and your cars with vibranium Guess where your smartwatch comes from and where your garbage goes WHOO You're just a poser Cut the king Your hands are green Fight for your lands Never stop to be angry Or I'll be dead If you kill a man hell turns evil But give him books and he'll does the same "We came, we fought you, we took your land, we sign treaties that we broke, we stole minerals from your secretly hills, we blasted the faces of our presidents onto your sacred mountain, and then we take your children, and then we try to take your language, we didn't respect you, we polluted your earth, we hurt you in so many ways, and we've come to say we are sorry" And its still resonates, resonates in my heart that I'm not my family just the sum of all the people around me And its still resonates, resonates in my heart that I'm not a country just the sum of all the places inside me And its still resonates, resonates in my heart that I'm not humanity just the sum of all atoms that lead me La raison, la liberté (x16) What's the point if i’m bleeding but-but there isn’t pain ? It’s too bad I want to scream but-but i’m feeling lazy So much wars on the screen but-but it's the prime time It's easy to save a life but-but easier to blink a while What's the point if i’m bleeding but-but there isn’t pain ? It’s too bad I want to scream but-but i’m feeling lazy So much wars on the screen but-but it's the summertime It's easy to save a life but-but easier to blink a while

Et les peintures se refermèrent brusquement les unes après les autres, après les autres, après les autres, les autres, les autres, autres, autres, autre... You sing along on the way to the pines and Who belong in this empty car seat

I. I don't belong to the Summerland Et la dernière peinture se referma. Perdu dans les limbes d’autres, Kharma ne pouvait plus revenir a sa réalité. Les souvenirs, l'amour, les combats, les défaites. Repartir à l’envie dans d’autres possibles ne changerait jamais ce qu’iel a vécu. Iels ne sont pas elui et ne le seront jamais mais le voilà donc bloqué à nouveau sur le perron. Alors autant jouer la comédie non ? Il remet en place son nœud papillon, traverse le maudit carrefour, aiguise sa larme et rentre tout sourire pour une dernière fête. "For pit sake honey what's wrong ? The world... The world is wrong. It's looks like my world bur everything's different." Kneel down to win a chance to get beaten up or dance like a horse if you want to survive Whooo- You have to rush it Who change the playlist, I start to be hungover, flowers turn in lament, something conceal the sun Who called the police, i'm out of my body, the streets are shaking down, moon's getting closer Escape the party and fight the basilisk or put on the vr and everything's fine You're the most beautiful person in this party tonight You're a pale blue dot in this party tonight Trust yourself, love yourself This is pure love, the dream is real Come on come on, the universe don't wait for us, it will survive us Ignanafi debena II. You made this night colorful Reliquit dives omnia aliis et moritur Unusquisque in iniquitate sua morietum Deposuit potentos de sede et exaltauit humiles Don morieme non fecit Invidia diaboli mors intoivit vit in orben Mihi…mori...lucrum L’invasion a enfin lieu, délivrée d’une attente sans précédent, la génération Zeta peut crier son apocalypse à gorge déployée Emprisonnée dans les livres d’histoire, elle contemple en 4K sa survie et surement son échec Le grand débarquement a son remake mais nous ne sommes désormais plus du bon côté de l’écume, si tant est qu’il y en ai toujours eu un. On a beau eu vous prévenir de la catastrophe, vous aviez déjà brulé vos polaroids. Quand les érudits vous disaient de fermer le robinet, vous, vous étiez déjà noyés dans une piscine de gouache. Idei malo Eternal Pena Please be my guest, it’s my fantasy The meal’s burning, do you want ice cream ? Sky’s getting dark, close this fucking door Another planet but the same whiplash Next choice will be worst than the previous one Our destiny was sealed years ago It doesn't mean that we are completely useless We're runaways we're runaways from home There's no such things as aliens in your neighberhood Who wants fictions, there is always a refill Let's take this sword, I have a plan B I swear But can you let all your money shape ? The nightmare is on your bed WD40 will not make it up this time We run away from home, wars within your palm There are prisons brighter than future alone We run away from home, office and your palm There are prisons brighter than presents We run away from home, schools and your palm There are prisons wider than your souvenir We run away from home... "In the long run, we're all dead" ...but where do we go ? We're runaways we're runaways Please be my mirror, it’s my fantasy The meal’s burning, do you want surf's up ? Sea’s getting dark, open this fucking door Another aliens but the same trash Next destination will be worst than the previous one Our identity was sealed years ago It doesn't mean that we are completely definded We're runaways, we're runaways from whom ? III. This house is haunted and it's okay Le corps et l’esprit tout entier, et la toile aussi, Thomas fais confiance à son passager intérieur pour occuper un peu l’ennemi. Et Nicolas, celui qui m’a tout piqué, me dépossède aussi maintenant de ma némesis Dans un dernier râle, Angélique me surine de son pouvoir contre le mien. Il n’y a plus de Kelvin et Khari Il en aime un autre et elle n’en aime aucun, pourtant ensemble ils foncent tout droit dans un voyage sans retour, et sans aller non plus. Six last days on the shore Five ways to learn hope I will count until four and wait for your hand on my shoulder Free to look at the stars To wish for help from afar Humans are time and petals now cover our ears We loved we loved we loved like the world and the death You cried you cried on the wheel of fortune I meant I meant all the things that I said even If I always looked away We tried we tried we tried to save the hanged woman I miss I miss the hermit times we had You got you got a brand new strength and nothing can't take you apart We fought we fought we fought, armed by silence You found you found you found temperance in loneliness I thought I thought I thought that I can survive the rapture but the empress is gone At least I broke my promise They're maybe on our side If we run now we can live another Ngam Our days are gone Our hours are gone Our minutes are gone We died we died we died on the infinite paths You saw you saw a bridge to the unknown I drink I drink all the vessel until the peacock reach the shore IV. We have to go back to the south Cla Comme seule solution encore la fuite Comme seule destination encore le passé Parfait battage en retraite et déni de vaisseau en toute puissance Je suis la passagère Te souviens-tu la première fois où nous avions sauvé le monde Cla ? Beaucoup trop jeunes pour réussir mais déjà plein de fougue et de courage. Nous aurions pu être des pirates ou des mousquetaires, nous avons choisis le masque. Contre les calendriers Maya et les royaumes pourris, nous avons dressés nos propres moulins. Nous étions fichus alors qu'avons-nous fait ? On les a tous tué bien sur. A peine 12 ans et nous pensions pouvoir changer le monde et voler plus haut que les créatures célestes. Ils nous avaient dit qu'on rêvait trop alors nous avons explosé la réalité. En remontant le fleuve acrylique de leurs exploits, Benoît et Clara réalisent que rien n'a été vain mais que le fruit de leur folie heureuse appartiendra à d'autres. L'été leur survivra, il y a aura toujours quelqu'un pour se rappeler qui est sur la photo. Orphée peut se retourner, l'enfer n'a pas encore été inventé. Les peintures ne semblent plus finir et leurs assaillants ne peuvent plus les atteindre. En plein syndrome de Stendhal, ils deviennent éternels et pourtant si lointains. We leave the milky way I walk on memory lane V. A mon seul désir C’était le début et ce sera certainement la fin. Eve et Adam simples amis. Anges démiurges, déchus et déçus. Lavis à l'encre de Savigny. Contemplant une Terre qui a tout à offrir, les premières automobiles et les derniers ocelots, le feu et les cendres, les encyclopédies et les vidéos d’exécutions. La première fois où je t’ai fais rire. La fois de trop où je t’ai fais pleuré. Tout ça n’a donc jamais encore plus existé. De quoi ont-ils le souvenir alors ? Dors bien, petite Terre. Washing in the adobe creek Just four palms for the intimacy Dinos to watch the garden And a cradle that will stay empty House full of leaves and sheets Isn't it the sound of comets Soft kiss on your forehead to sleep A new morning of hope has come