In those days, our flowers sold their meat to the dogs
And we all lived in sordid gambling dens
With referrals for our early mornings,
When the beautiful tarmac called us bastards
Called us bastards
We experienced our dizziness in crazy vibrations
And we threw away our enzymes while shouting at ourselves, engine
But between two trips, between two glasses of alcohol
We had no time to count our hours
To count our hours
We were the dancers of a world agony
At the same time as ghosts conscious of being stillborn
We were gravediggers of a world in agony
In those days, nothing was called everyday
And we went to the forbidden jobs
In the pale music, in the dark perfumes
In the dark mazes where madness hovers
Where madness hovers
And we had faces to break the mirrors
̉ not to show our eyes only in the backlight
But between two delusions, between two dark ideas
We were the most beautiful, we lived backwards
We lived backwards
We were the dancers of a world in agony
At the same time as conscious ghosts of Being stillborn
We were gravediggers of a world in agony
In those days, people were called citizens
We were mutants, we were androgynous
Today, the storm lynched my friends
And I am the last one to miss my suicide
To miss my suicide
But I want to live even more drunk with burning
I want to gnaw evil down to its corners
I dragged ®né my twenty centuries of uselessness
I have nothing left to lose, but I want it for my end
I want it for my hunger

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