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She sees the tracks of past into the round neck of a bottle,
Betrayed by the vapors, scraping all the reminders,
And everytime she leaves for an other drip,
It’s nothing but a start of corrosion,
But anyway, she looks for an other trip,
Supported by the rails of illusion,
The lies of scarlet wine,
Are foundering inside,
The lights of borderlines,
Are blinding Mary's sight
In the crowd, on the road, she's never off
Mary Story,
Until the river stops
In the smoke, in the strokes, it's never done
Mary Story
Until the final drops
She finds the grace when the night puts pixels behind the iris,
A thick haze in the brain to leave, to swap the void for the earthquake,
And everytime she leaves for an other drip,
It's nothing but a latest abrasion,
But anyway she looks for an other dream,
Escaping from the cracks of erosion,
The lies of bloody wine,
Are foundering inside,
The rise of borderlines,
Are drowning Mary's cries
In the crowd, on the road, she's never off
Mary Story,
Until the river stops
In the smoke, in the strokes, it's never done
Mary Story
Until the final drops
Day is over,
She 's becoming someone else
Mary becomes someone else
The rythm of the drops
Resonates in the scorn,
The Highs and Lows
directed by the fall
The glasses drown
Submerged by the calls
In the crowd, on the road, she's never off
Mary Story,
Until the river stops
In the smoke, in the strokes, it's never done
Mary Story
Until the final drops
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We see the light of our futur in a suburban train,
But the blade's not felt so turn you back and give us our prism,
We've got a light evocation of a communal pain,
But the clue's not showed so put it back and keep keep being stand,
We've got to shoot in the middle,
We've got to use our days,
We've got to choose our ways cause passion reverbrates more than
patience,
We've got to change our pavement,
We've got to loose our sense,
We've got to proove we can not be the sacrified generation.
We're living life in sepia : just black and white for the years,
But the colors's a murderer, red for blood and brown for the casket,
We're standing wine and wisky to forget we're in a closed yellow cage,
But the key's not running, key's not far, we've got to hold our hands.
We've got to shoot in the middle,
We've got to use our days,
We've got to choose our ways cause passion reverbrates more than
patience,
We've got to change our pavement,
We've got to loose our sense,
We've got to proove we can not be the sacrified generation.
Fools or submission,
Are we gonna choose our direction ?
Erase all the roots and the failures
Cause what they say is nothing but
The news and the records
Are you gonna prove our salvation ?
Erase all the rules and the measures
Cause what they say is nothing but (X2)
We've got to shoot in the middle,
We've got to use our days,
We've got to choose our ways cause passion reverbrates more than
patience,
We've got to change our pavement,
We've got to loose our sense,
We've got to proove we can not be the sacrified generation.
We've got to fashion our way
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Lost in the chasm of faith,
Foots on the clay and dust on the veil,
The prey takes the road,
And no one seems to know (x2)
The mentor told him
Forget all your basis, browse my works, and drown you in my genius
But no one needs to know,
So the brain got lost, the speech radicalized,
In a hidden part, the drive to take the weapons
But no one seemed to know
I felt a warm light while the reason just gave up,
Far away from shiny birthdays, it's a claim from paradise
At the back of the bullfight, I saw the sand on my checkup,
Get away the final maydays, it's the point of sacrifice
The child filled his bag, he burnt his flag,
Focusing on defending what
he's ignorant of
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And no one seemed to know
The tracks of a rainy past, he leaves out
Back on the trail(s) of war, he takes the road,
But no one seems to know
I felt a warm light while the reason just gave up,
Far away from shiny birthdays, it's a claim from paradise
At the back of the bullfight, I saw the sand on my checkup,
Get away the final maydays, it's the point of sacrifice
Taken away by the wind of assurance, the march of AKM's,
He strokes his faith praying among the bullets,
And no one seemes to know
The tracks of a rainy past, he leaves out
Back on the trail of war, he takes the way,
But no one seems to know
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Page starts burning, paper's blazing,
While the sweat's ink tries to save the story,
On the black back cover fades my name,
With the years and centuries,
Well the script was phoney : faith then misery,
We get foregone ending in the summary,
Between killing chapters on my own,
I guess the Full Day Stop
I found a wire in my run,
I put a liar in my fun,
I left a letter near my bun,
Cause it'sover, over
I left a lover with my phone,
I put an orphan in my son,
I got the fire in my gun,
Cause it's over, over
Blow on the dancing embers of this fire,
Revive all the edges of my pyre,
Show me how this tale could be more warmer,
Than the bullet crossing me,
Well the script was phoney : faith then misery,
We get foregone ending in the summary,
Between killing chapters on my own,
I guess the Full Day Stop
I found a wire in my run,
I put a liar in my fun,
I left a letter near my bun,
Cause it'sover, over
I left a lover with my phone,
I put an orphan in my son,
I got the fire in my gun,
Cause it's over, over
The story finally fails
With a gory ending page (x4)
But that's not a worry.
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Plasters on your cheeks beside the hardness of your trips,
It's just a wood behind the walkway, a wood hidding the walkway
Colors in your smile beside the doubt blaze in your eyes,
It's just a wood behind the walkway, a wood hidding the walkway
Droped in traps of Babylon, suffocating in the growls,
Your try to catch the blinding future running on the ground,
Between shield and bulky sword, overburdened by the lord,
It's time for you to pray
Single soul and constant pains into the lost caballero (lost caballero)
Sultry nuts and rusty chains surround the lost caballero (lost caballero)
Winding cracks and treachous gaps around the lost caballero (lost caballero)
Drop your lies, cause there's no shame to be a lost caballero (lost caballero)
Suasion of the road beside erosion of your soles,
It's just a wood behind the walkway, a wood hidding the walkway,
Whispers of your lips beside the anger of your chest,
It's just a wood behind the walkway, a wood hidding the walkway
Droped in traps of Babylon, suffocating in the growls,
Your try to catch the blinding future running on the ground,
Between shield and bulky sword, overburdened by the lord,
It's time for you to pray
Single soul and constant pains into the lost caballero (lost caballero)
Sultry nuts and rusty chains surround the lost caballero (lost caballero)
Winding cracks and treachous gaps around the lost caballero (lost caballero)
Drop your lies, cause there's no shame to be a lost caballero (lost caballero)
The crippling balls you can try to force it,
Bulky swords have been made to chop it
Just keep on the way
The blazing Grail you can try to course it,
Rusted chains have been made to hold it
Just keep on the way
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released January 3, 2015
