Poesie Noire
white nights
Here comes the white nights again.
In every laugh is hidden the pain.
Small talk with a slip of the toungue.
I'm feeding the fire knowing it's wrong.
The night used to comfort me.
Told me what my life should be.
Now I'm dancing on a vulcano.
I know the world but not my ego.
It's dark here inside and I did at least I tried.
But I can't find the person... I can't look into the eyes of the sun.
It's a fair mockery.
The sinsiter mirror inside of me.
- :
- Repérages Couleur 3, Volume 3: 1988
- Complicated
- Tabula Rasa
- EBM Club Classics
- New Wave Club Class-X, Volume 3
- New Wave Belgian Class-X
- Real Retro Electronic Beats Classix
- Club Wave 2
- En Grande Colère / Pity for the Self
- Love Is Colder Than Death
- Bel 80: Het beste uit de Belpop van 1987
- Existential Despair, Metaphysical Distress, Onthological...
- Bel 90: Het beste uit de Belpop van 1991
- Marianne
- Tales of Doom
- Tetra
- Oblivion
- Bel 80: Het beste uit de Belpop van 1985
- World of Electronic Body Music
- The Best Of, Volume 1