As I run through the forest
Without fear, without thinking
I heard voices from my within
Whispering my deepest… pain

You were wounded
By those who didn’t know
The words left scars in you
You were condemned

I’ve left my life behind
To lye in the promised land
I walked, but did not found
Her dream…

I wear a mask in the “Boulevard du Temple”
Although someone was looking behind the eyes in me

Strange Attraction
Milk white skin
Cold Obsession
His face is so thin

I was week and cold
He was strong and old
I was thirst and dumb
He gave me new blood

Insane symphony play on the stage
In perfect harmony I write this page
At “Les innocents” I cry
Behind my mother’s grave

With those fine purple lips
She touch my little white wrist
A small pink scar
Silently, with a smooth and gentle movement
I left my velvet wine drop down her lips
To try to release my pain covered by a mask

While I rise my hand
Velvet wine tears draw my face
The one I had loved
Had smile for one last time

No eyes can see
Behind the fireplace
Victorian clothes burning
Astray spread with grace

Insane symphony play on the stage
In perfect harmony I write this page
At “Les innocents” I cry
Behind my mother’s grave

With my fine white lips
I touch her little pink breast
A small whisper within
Sensual, brought her to a never-ending pleasure
The candle shy light is trembling
While I feed my little desire

You see, I tumble defeated inside me
Take my solid embrace -You will cry for more
Nothing matters for the hunger
Help me to open the door…