Vaury
Nouveau poète
The silence of shame Your channels take you to the bottom Your lips are covered with gags. It is worse than your temptations Through the centuries they remain only appearances! Surf took everything in his last swing. You only stay on the door of human and dirty clothes Purple tears stained the unfulfilled cravings. Martyrs souls go to the path barefoot on the lime. Satyrs souls understand it takes to destroy any remorse. Homing souls as larvae emerged! Depths nights harmful, malicious Mr O Ms O lift the twilight it is time The lamp becomes so low which no longer illuminates the bourgeois O Souls loose in their hands tomorrow you will be forever cold Engrave your initials on the steps of no man's lands dismal Souls become aging at any age! The dawn is near to those who can see the thousand lights of lights. But tell me livid Souls who fear today is démasqueurs scandals? Who knows today understand the book of life the good pages? From page to page you are carried away by the silence of white on white. Wandering souls you will never understand anything at all out of your cages Come is time to no longer be slaves of your characters