Long roads to lonely places.
I walk streets on which illusion is assassinated
Where darker shades of the human life are painted
Here children draw tatoos of oblivion in their conscience
Stings of the needle as scars of denied existence
No tomorrow is foreseen just the fake of today
They are not delusional contrary to what some say
They have simply lost a conviction in the human way
Made of all the lies that we speak always everyday.
We speak of compassion
We talk of empathy
And place these limits
To better define our community
I walk streets on which illusion is assassinated
Here it is a refuge for the outcasts violated
By these false promises only men can conceive
To better isolate the masses they deceive
Here live minor prostitutes and dirty little things
A price is set on fallen angels with tainted wings
Cast aside for the purpouse of our benevolence
Left to rely on basic instinctive violence.
But they are out of touch?
They don't know what's real?
Have we forgotten who they were
Humans just like us...
I'm going nowhere and yet feeling like I'm late
Stuck between these notions called faith and fate
I know that too many times I've been left to hesitate
On these long roads to lonely places
Why does the ideal of peace leave me so irate
When one speaks of unity to define what separates
Humanity was built on too many names without faces
And left me travelling long roads to lonely places
I so want to hope
I so want to believe
To believe in hope itself
Make a dream stronger than truth...
I'm going nowhere and yet feeling like I'm late
Stuck between these notions called faith and fate
I know that too many times I've been left to hesitate
On these long roads to lonely places
Why does the ideal of peace leave me so irate
When one speaks of unity to define what separates
Humanity was built on too many names without faces
And left me travelling long roads to lonely places
She too is a child of God.
She cries in silence,
Tears never flow on the outside,
As her bleeding heart,
Pumps the pain on the inside,
She wears a plastic mask,
Of this joy she never found,
She fakes the emotion so well,
Smiles as her spirits hit the ground.
Every night she stands,
On that lonely street corner,
Her voice soft as she begs,
Hoping her very life will freeze over,
So the cold that haunts her,
Is finally all layed to rest,
Leaving behind this emptied shell,
Where nothing beats beneath the chest.
Many times she held a knife,
Against these wrists tied in chains,
Her illusions locked in torment,
Never to be cherished again,
Quietly she suffers so,
But as she feels she's already died,
She does not cut the flow,
Of these red rivers where life once lied...
I see you wander around
Our feet resting on the same ground
I listen to your unspoken pain
Knowing I can't remove the chain
Your turmoil has wrapped you in
Leaving you with a life of sin...
As you starve in the darkness,
Your body grows frail and defenseless,
Something fragile some abuse,
With erotic gestures of emptiness,
As they seek only the physics,
Of forbidden pleasures no less,
This void you thought it could fill,
Leaves you with the scars of loneliness.
Left to feel like a rotten fruit,
Time has decayed into poison,
Your mind grows more tortured,
In this cycle of self-destruction,
You set the price on your existence,
Allowed sinners to wound you deeper,
While you hide away the disgust,
You never wanted to go this step further...
I see you wander around
Our feet resting on the same ground
(...)
As with any other tale,
That of a faerie or a nightmare,
A conclusion must be reached,
Though such endings may not be fair,
One day you found the courage,
To stop this hurt deep in your bones,
Shal I find the will to forgive,
It left your name engraved in stone?
I don't want to forgive!
It means I grant you this farewell,
Come back down from that cloud,
You were never born of hell,
Your soul was never tainted angel,
I know how these words sound odd,
But this thing so divine cannot be stained,
And you too are a child of God...
for Judith - Rest in peace.
I walk streets on which illusion is assassinated
Where darker shades of the human life are painted
Here children draw tatoos of oblivion in their conscience
Stings of the needle as scars of denied existence
No tomorrow is foreseen just the fake of today
They are not delusional contrary to what some say
They have simply lost a conviction in the human way
Made of all the lies that we speak always everyday.
We speak of compassion
We talk of empathy
And place these limits
To better define our community
I walk streets on which illusion is assassinated
Here it is a refuge for the outcasts violated
By these false promises only men can conceive
To better isolate the masses they deceive
Here live minor prostitutes and dirty little things
A price is set on fallen angels with tainted wings
Cast aside for the purpouse of our benevolence
Left to rely on basic instinctive violence.
But they are out of touch?
They don't know what's real?
Have we forgotten who they were
Humans just like us...
I'm going nowhere and yet feeling like I'm late
Stuck between these notions called faith and fate
I know that too many times I've been left to hesitate
On these long roads to lonely places
Why does the ideal of peace leave me so irate
When one speaks of unity to define what separates
Humanity was built on too many names without faces
And left me travelling long roads to lonely places
I so want to hope
I so want to believe
To believe in hope itself
Make a dream stronger than truth...
I'm going nowhere and yet feeling like I'm late
Stuck between these notions called faith and fate
I know that too many times I've been left to hesitate
On these long roads to lonely places
Why does the ideal of peace leave me so irate
When one speaks of unity to define what separates
Humanity was built on too many names without faces
And left me travelling long roads to lonely places
She too is a child of God.
She cries in silence,
Tears never flow on the outside,
As her bleeding heart,
Pumps the pain on the inside,
She wears a plastic mask,
Of this joy she never found,
She fakes the emotion so well,
Smiles as her spirits hit the ground.
Every night she stands,
On that lonely street corner,
Her voice soft as she begs,
Hoping her very life will freeze over,
So the cold that haunts her,
Is finally all layed to rest,
Leaving behind this emptied shell,
Where nothing beats beneath the chest.
Many times she held a knife,
Against these wrists tied in chains,
Her illusions locked in torment,
Never to be cherished again,
Quietly she suffers so,
But as she feels she's already died,
She does not cut the flow,
Of these red rivers where life once lied...
I see you wander around
Our feet resting on the same ground
I listen to your unspoken pain
Knowing I can't remove the chain
Your turmoil has wrapped you in
Leaving you with a life of sin...
As you starve in the darkness,
Your body grows frail and defenseless,
Something fragile some abuse,
With erotic gestures of emptiness,
As they seek only the physics,
Of forbidden pleasures no less,
This void you thought it could fill,
Leaves you with the scars of loneliness.
Left to feel like a rotten fruit,
Time has decayed into poison,
Your mind grows more tortured,
In this cycle of self-destruction,
You set the price on your existence,
Allowed sinners to wound you deeper,
While you hide away the disgust,
You never wanted to go this step further...
I see you wander around
Our feet resting on the same ground
(...)
As with any other tale,
That of a faerie or a nightmare,
A conclusion must be reached,
Though such endings may not be fair,
One day you found the courage,
To stop this hurt deep in your bones,
Shal I find the will to forgive,
It left your name engraved in stone?
I don't want to forgive!
It means I grant you this farewell,
Come back down from that cloud,
You were never born of hell,
Your soul was never tainted angel,
I know how these words sound odd,
But this thing so divine cannot be stained,
And you too are a child of God...
for Judith - Rest in peace.
Intense but truly wonderful lyrics. You're a fine lyricist, Francois. 
I loved this kind of music in my early twenties, simply because most of my friends back then listened to this kind of stuff, and I was pretty much a
rocker babe then. 
I did listen to those other two but prefer Silent Lucidity. Never really been into heavier stuff generally, I very
occasionally listen to Rage Against the Machine (but I mostly have to be a bad mood), otherwise the noisiest stuff I listen to regularly would be Smashing
Pumpkins, Kings of Leon, Muse, and the White Stripes. 
