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 | Courtisane Syphilitique |
| 4 | Maudit Sois Tu Soleil! |
| 5 | Conte Fantasmagorique |
| 6 | Gargantuan Decline |
| 7 | L'Autre Hiver |
| 8 | Aquarium |
| 9 | Monolith In Ruins |
| 10 | La Dandy |