UNEXPECT LYRICS

1. Unsolved Ideas Of A Distorted Guest

They twist and tangle in this circle of sand
Unclassified

They crawl up the walls everywhere, without precisions
Shapes in a giant bunny's cranium
Hopping and irresolute
Unsolved ideas of a distorted guest
No justifications, for these flavors are tasty passages
The pleasure of sharing a so special collection

If only I had some mechanical apparatus
Involved with my torso
My personal darkness would fade out to the nine winds
Blown away by grafting cells

She tasted spontaneity with an honorable mission in mind
Just to spit out intense squares of uncolored ink
In the face of a pulsating mass of flesh
Talking nonsense on its throne
Damn well she did!

And in view of that case
The oracle declared
That it would be more pleasant to be naturalized
Than to make conversation
With a blind beholder in need of affection
Only to find the same patterns on the fast lane

We are within the nonsense of a larger plan
Worthy of some salt pouring on a bloodied part
Merry, merry, joy, joy!
A nice and pleasant dip in an acid pool

Don't you see my smile?
I just glow with derision!
Or perhaps my eyes, turning pitch black
Only want to pierce these dense walls all around me
They always do when sarcasm is on the verge of punching a well-earned goal

Horns and screams are tools
For the altered thoughts of an attitude
Rooted in multiple layers of beings

We once lost our wings
And can't ignore the excruciating pain of a grounded life

We are within the nonsense of a larger plan
Worthy of some salt pouring on a bloodied part

Sonority Divine!
Positive feelings made this frustration vanish
In a shout of pure energy

To blend is not to bend
To be is one two three
Impulsions on the throne
Choices for you alone
The earth is not round

Sans même user de paroles intelligibles,
Ils se comprenaient tous
Alignés du même coté de la démence temporaire
Ces sons qui salivent de sens éparpillés
Signalaient un état d'esprit intense et implacable

And in view of that case
The oracle declared
That it would be more pleasant to be naturalized
Than to make conversation
With a blind beholder in need of affection
Only to find the same patterns on the fast lane

2. Words

On the right,
Words bleed in delicious erratic motions
To waltz and lunge deeply onto the frail paper dungeons

With grace, spill their stealthy meaning
In a radical pattern of altered spinning
Words bleeding
A lunatic exorcism of impulsive literary stings
Serving the untainted delight of devious cunnings
Words bleeding

Lucidity may well drown in abstract pondering
Following the so crucial anchor into the deepest Inner Ring

For magnificent moments flow uninvited
As benevolent spirits soaring
Just melt the armor
And taste the nectar divine
The expanded sensorial shelter
Of one's Inner Shrine

Corruption of a logic understanding
I stand naked on an insubstantial sun
Telling stories to diseased seraphs
Feeble from their linear addiction

'Cos memories and huge bipedal monsters
Don't agree with each other
A fusion so delicate
The nails entering lightly, further and further

The necessary why and what of a written autopsy
Disgust the fact that a fact is a fact
Hack the holy artifact so exact in its contract
Disincarnate, it is easier to discuss the optical lunar tree

Bad men, bad meaningless mean men
You should not be bothered when the soul is adrift
Seconds are precious
Feel them deeply

With grace, spill their stealthy meaning
In a radical pattern of altered spinning words

3. Orange Vigilantes

Deep under the darkened cities
Beneath the overcrowded metropolis
All over the living sphere
In labyrinths of olden tunnels
Carved by forgotten forces

A sneaky revolution has taken form
Insidious and unexpected
Plugged into their mechanized training sockets
The Pumpkins are ready to march on mankind

Architects of a unique and healthy master plan
To squash and seed once more
In league to restore a long lost balance
Blueprints are set for a new pulse
And orange shall be the color of salvation

Heroic icons of the vegetable supremacy
A mistreated garden, their ultimate purgatory

They will row
Row without arms, but with fervor
Towards distant clouds of fire
Floating in steam-powered boats
Made of stone, shells and ivy
Grimacing faces at the bow of the vagrant entities

Looming over saturated airwaves
Fields to behold, hordes of barbarians
Sinking in hourglasses of concrete
The Pumpkins are ready to march on mankind

An elitist carnage for the satisfaction of a renewed greenhouse
But only the heads shall burn!
Hands and legs shall be spared to dance madly afterwards
Freed from an unfair alliance by grinning ambassadors
Earth's own orange vigilantes
The Pumpkins are ready to march on mankind

When shall rise the Pumpkins
And their organic cohorts
The reign of men as we know it
Will reach its conclusion

And in a parody of ancient ways
Halls of stained glass shall commemorate the past
A festival of altered realities and manipulated perceptions
Orchestrated by vain, secretive, faceless schemers

And in a parody of ancient ways
Halls of stained glass shall commemorate the past

History repeats itself as usual

4. Mechanical Phoenix

Orphaned ideas, fusion with this undying snowflake
Melting…but nothing lost…
Another form…different incarnations
Brains are snowing sites
Mental skiing on neuronal paths
Sport of the dreamers
Transformation, such a natural movement
Unavoidable and so necessary
It passes…and I die frequently…to be reborn on the next moment…
Death is part of my short term cycle…for the absolute delight of Life

There’s a Phoenix in all of us
Rising out when given the chance
Sweeping across dull horizons
To offer back their fire to the Grays
The universal teapot is bursting with possibilities
Let’s drink more…shall we?

Extracting the sky from your pulsating heart
Hands outstretched, gray minds, deviant strips of flesh; ingredients to a corporate form
Call me human but I won’t drop it…flattery won’t budge the sludge of time
Indeed…in need of some bakeries you will stand strong
But this fleeting colossus shall not prevail
I don’t think so…

At the top of the pyramid…weather is far better
…and you’ll never know
Keep on crawling

A perpetual flood of obligations
To douse the flaming hearths of rebellion
Taming the wilds
Flaunting the art of deception
Stabbing backs while they watch the buffoons in their act

Empires rise, Empires fall
Structures collapse and lords are disgraced
But no power shall ever strip humanity
Of its creative capacity

The sea is waiting, don’t waste seashells…
It's a wonderful evening

Empires rise, Empires fall
Structures collapse and lords are disgraced
But a free Phoenix stands tall

Drip your personality into my open arms
Soak your feelings into the black hole of abuse
Wash your pain unto others
Don’t try anything new…it could be interesting…
What a nice machine you are!

5. The Quantum Symphony

It has come to this…
We've been looking for the savior for thousands of years,
but became blind on the way
And the Blinds are dreaming of the color of their soul

For a daughter jumping off a bridge...
For a man screaming in the rain...
For a girl crying...

We live and die spinning in a wheel
Now look me in the eyes and tell me you never felt there has to be more to this life
Tell me we're only flesh rotting in an ocean of time
We live and die spinning in a wheel, without ever knowing who we are

The magicians are out of breath
52 years of tricks and lies
Hiding the monuments of mars
With a bunny in a hat

We've never been alone
Alone... as just one nest, in just one tree

Truth lies further from the sun
Underneath Cydonia's sands
Let go of your paradigm

For a father passing to his son
For a priest talking to a man
For a man talking to a grave
We are the strings of the quantum symphony

The uninvited came in masses
Amongst ghosts we sleep
...but what makes that we'll never be like them
Is the fact that we have these emotions
The fact that we can stand strong in front of Divinities, in tears and fists,
and defy Them shouting: ''You'll never take our wings''...
because WE, mortals, have nothing in this world... but our love

May you see the face of the truth
Find your way to the 4th door
to the monuments of mars
Above the suspicious stare of the moon
These lights are dancing in the sky....

Singing tales of the dark rift
Explaining colors to the blinds
The grander scheme of our own past
Another day to spin again

6. Unfed Pendulum

Hazy…need some nourishment…
Feed me some delectable time
Feed me tasty impulsions
Gear-wheels all shouting in unison: FEED ME !!!!

Destabilization of the gapless mechanism: C-O-M-P-L-E-T-E
You must be aware that I drag the past, grab your map and reign supreme
I swing the currents…Hypnotize…
Carry on…carry on…
Don’t ignore me…

Hull is breached
This inner sanctum is being bleached
The unfed pendulum is starved

It was in Limbo…doing the eternal Mambo
…and I screamed…and I screamed…and I screamed for lunch
Not a Tick, not a Tock, not a Tick-Tock snack to be found
( Where was the Cuckoo ??? )

El takidnys sed selliugia
El takidnys sed selliugia eralced (enu everg)
Numbers on strike

Hull is breached
This inner sanctum is being bleached
The unfed pendulum is starved

Mathematical cartilage of the eternal spin
Too busy to care
The engine disintegrates and disrupt the circular ritual
Devour life, feed the clock ( ME!!), dance with a dead corpse
and don’t forget to remove your boots ( politeness !! )
This biological network filed an official complaint
at the “Mental Misconduct” Department on floor 404
__File not found __

Hecatomb of a wavering signal…
Slipping between the keys, being nothing more than a presence on hiatus…
…waiting for some inputs…vacuumed by life…
…but my life is safe…

Emptiness took my hand to ease me
Imagine stillness, but even slower
Immaterial massage, pizzicato of the cortex
Motions vibrating between inaccurate time spheres

I move on the bomb of my memories
Squeeze the motives tormenting this surface

7. In The Mind Of The Last Whale

[Instrumental]

8. Silence This Parasite

Now it’s time to trade my space breath for a dancing revolution
As the rings of Saturnus, the battle shall transform me and I’ll be the War God’s aura
This blue screen in the starry darkness won’t fall into oblivion
Without leaving any traces, it’ll just be ignored for evermore

This black hole which feeds on surrounding matter until emptiness reign…fulfilling its ego…
Like a solitary worm, it shall lose everything he has conquered at the end of its work

Monalem, Tisarap te Toibmys…all embodied by mineral flesh…a perfect illusion
Cupidity on legs disposed to achieve ascension at the price of extinction
Knowing truth distanced you from Life
Without remorse, you chose to forfeit existence for the sake of knowledge

Rejecting cellular laws, this melanoma eludes the immunologic system’s control by fighting off lymphocytes
Error of conception, only a cervical muzzle would have been able to correctly silence this parasite

Don’t resist it,
Its hemoglobin’s intoxication, a reflection of its thoughts
Don’t believe it,
The abstraction of Good is in the ignorance of Evil

Recanc ed al Erret
Lost, unachieved in the outcome
Acknowledging our own ignorance is a sure sign of intelligence
Recanc ed al Erret
You hang Reason and poison Wisdom
In consequence of your incomprehension

Thirst and hunger divert it from learning in its distrust for the absolute

9. A Fading Stance

Life still resonates in us
And the echoes of its memory coagulate our resolve
To believe in this fading stance

10. When The Joyful Dead Are Dancing

Marry me !!!
…then I’ll kill you
…and then you will kill me again with your pocket shark
…so handy on week days
Zombie Lovers for life you said…
…how ironic…

(Snongioj son semâ)
Look, I caught you some flowers
Remnants of a late meditation in the sewers
Of course they’re dead and withering
But so are you…aren’t we, dear?

Ceremonial aura
A disgusting samba
Cadavers cooking for your funeral wedding
A most delicious cake is in the making
Does it hurt when I write in your mind?
Because I don’t want to be rude
I still can go to the paper store if you desire so…
My skin is itching like crazy and I got a bloody poem in my veins
Won’t win the Pulitzer though…
It says:

“The loving look in your dripping eyeballs gives me hope
Of a most memorable honeymoon
Maybe we could jump off the highest gallows, swinging the rope
Or craft for ourselves a gory cocoon
Yes !! On the way to Salem we’ll build a glorious meat temple
A monument to our love…so meaningful and subtle”

…don’t you like it my putrid prince ?

Being part of the walking dead community is far from easy
Misunderstood and abused to the point of extinction
When all we want is a hug…

“The loving look in your dripping eyeballs gives me hope
Of a most memorable honeymoon
Ride a magic carpet to the Wizard of Oz
Maybe we could jump off the highest gallows, swinging the rope
Or craft for ourselves a gory cocoon”

Dear Ghoulish and skeletal friends
Rise up from your graves!
Finally, the nuptial rite is about to commence…
Dress up nicely,
Invoke your ancestor’s spirits; for they’re also invited to this nighttime festivity
Light your bone candles…hold them high and tight
Macabre and steady procession…a thousand sparks in the night
Walking up their way to the summit
A wonderful storm is brewing for the celebration…

11. Until Yet A Few More Deaths Do Us Part

Life still resonates in us
And the echoes of its memory coagulate our resolve
to believe in this fading stance that is called Love
The Reaper himself trembles in front of so noble a power
For his branch is not even mentioned in the Book of Obstacles
Our two souls shall be one from now on…
Until yet a few more deaths do us part
And in the absence of a proper authority to do so
We hereby declare ourselves husband and wife
A most morbid union bringing hope in this bleak land
In dire need of tolerance and serenity







UNEXPECT LYRICS