How our life is so futile
What a fool to think about a tomorrow
Joy is so furtive
When your pulpy kiss meets my lips
I do not believe in tenderness anymore
Henceforth more than simple promises
Go behind our distress in our self-cloak
We are just livid embers of futility
Futile future
Futile future
Futile future
Futile future
How our life is so futile
What a fool to think about a tomorrow
Joy is so furtive
When your pulpy kiss meets my lips
Futile future
Futile future
Futile future
Futile future
We are everything except extraordinary
I let my lots to the human sorrow
So where, who will I conjurate my demons
Simplicity is the power of a being, so be I
I do not believe in tenderness anymore
Henceforth more than simple promises
Go behind our distress in our self-cloak
We are just livid embers of futility
Futile future
Futile future
So be I
1 | Le Roman Noir |
2 | Le Silence des Grottes |
3 | Maudit Sois Tu Soleil! |
4 | Conte Fantasmagorique |
5 | Courtisane Syphilitique |
6 | Gargantuan Decline |
7 | L'Autre Hiver |
8 | Aquarium |
9 | Monolith In Ruins |
10 | La Dandy |