As the metamorphosis of a butterfly
bodies are passing but the spirit
never dies!
Think yourself in another place!
Less and less to fear from the sky
stories are now telling the limits
of their lies!
Find yourself with another face!
Kneeling on your grave she still cries
worries run in the veins of misfits
and uprise!
Thinner than cigarette paper
is the madness and genius partition!
The sinner wishes he could be better
but he's the slave of addiction's
gravity!
Find yourself lost without a trace!
Through the looking glass eye
doughts are taking the lunatic
by surprise!
Think yourself in a state of grace!
A passionnate fever you can't justify
that nothing in the rush hour trafic
can minimise!
Find yourself hanging on a lace!
Never know where time flies
far above the speed limits
of our little lives!
Thinner than cigarette paper
is the madness and genius partition!
The sinner wishes she could be better
but she's the slave of addiction's
gravity!
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