How are we suppose to act in this world of "personality matters", "self-identity for the win" and other psychosis. If nowadays you are trying to get something better out of yourself, to get something you would like to be, you're a "Try-Hard". 
But isn't it that whenever you act differently, people get freaked out of not knowing who you are. 
So how are you suppose to compose with yourself, if at first you are not trying to find yourself. 


The blue ocean can not stay calm, when the sky grumble. 


Ce sont toujours par des chemins sinueux que l'on réalise ces petites philosophies qui autrefois faisaient rire. L'on récolte toujours ce que l'on a semé. 
Et si les gens, ces adultes, ces vieux cons, aigries et donneur de lecons, nous énoncent ces petites philosophies, c'est qu'il doit bien y avoir une raison. 
Chaque jour l'on gagne un nouveau cheveu gris - et par cheveu gris j'entends une nouvelle petite maxime qui s'ajoute a ce que l'on appelle conscience. 
Conscience, c'est cette petite bonne femme qui vient continuellement toquer a votre porte lorsque vous bâillonnez Raison, pour nourrir Experience. 


Je hais le jugement des gens, leur stupidité, leur nuisance. 
L'on se nuit. Tous. L'on se veut du mal. C'est pourtant simple.
Entre-tuons nous! 

Even the man that calls knowledge 

His mother, his way, his sea, 

Would not dare listening to me, 

Raising my voice to take a stand. 

Oh Reason, come and see, 

How your child is in demand. 

My Brothers all in fury, 

Would like you to be banned. 

At the rise of your beauty, 

You already stop and stare, 

Just like this flower fades. 

But my lovely, 

With all my care, 

Aren't we just becoming shades?

Long black veil

Covering your eyes,

Blame the Holy Lies

Telling you to care

But my lovely, 

With all my care, 

Aren't we just becoming shades?

Catching the stars
With my eyes,
Singe my look
And burn my dreams.

But my lovely, 

With all my care, 

Aren't we just becoming shades?

From this little hole,

You are pulling the strings,
Spreading coloured spices,
For me to cringe.

But my lovely, 

With all my care, 

Aren't we just becoming shades?

When you and I were each others. 

How cruel is it to be the one that rejects you. How I wish you could forgive me. 
Crazy tender, faded hope, 
Oh would you, should you be leaving now. 
Each time this voice enter my ear, 
How much I hate it, 
How should I break it. 
Crystallizing my patience, 
Breaking my nerves,
Don't you see all the pain you bringing with it? 
It is time to realise, 
How high you've been, 
How down I'm buried, 
Liquidized-mind 
Drown in your own dreams.
Why do I talk to this one, 
Oh I want to ear you, 
See the Head not the Tail. 
But I'm not turning my back, 
Just away for a break, 
My mind is pitch-black, 
And my heart aches. 
And like snow flakes, 
Pearl drops and other fantasies, 
You fooled me once again. 
Oh Jack, don't you dare 
Asking me to stay. 
It's now time to close the cap 
Or shut the door, 
Because you'll not see 
The death-trap waiting for more. 

Et c'est ainsi qu'enivré 

De cette délectable odeur d'ennui, 

Je m'abandonnai a rêver 

Aux mille couleurs de ton corps, 

Aux cent odeurs de ta peau, 

A la douceur de tes yeux,

A la haine de ton coeur. 

O parles moi encore 

De ton dégoût, 

Avoues moi tes envies 

De me fuir, 

De me nuire. 


O, je te hais, 
Tu le sais. 
Restes près de moi, 
Que je me noie.