Ces paroles sont tirées du livret du CD.
Split w/ Waiting for better days :
Icarus
Machine
suicide
Warriors
of Appolo
Do you cease
to exist ?
When you cease to resist do you give up the fight when you're searching for
a light ?
Impeded by promises hurted by silencesthe stuff of your dreams is made of your
screams
Don't forget what you're living for
Don't forget what you're fighting for
Don't forget what you're dying for
Lone Icarus spreading his wings pure silver machine
Enemy of the kings if rules are basically the same
So you won't change the nature of the game.
Ennemi intime
de ces états dans lesquels tu te plonges
Fragile insecte aux ailes de soie dansant dans des feux qui te rongent
Machine Suicide aux gestes désaxés, aux ailes déchirées
La compassion devient une arme dont les morsures glacées calment et soulagent
Tous les hivers de tes pensées, de tes regrets
Et si la vie n'était qu'un rêve
Instant présent dont on savoure la sève.
I've heard
their prays echoing like sacred advices
Kneel down to bless the days
Reveal their empty promises
Fearing me to be a good boy
Feeling their lonelyness
Behaving like a broken toy to find out a safe place
How does it feel to be the children of nowhere ?
How does it feel to be the orphans of nowhere ?
I hope all
our dreams come true
If we're concieved to see the fall of babylon
Reaching heavenly fields like the warriors of Appolo
