May I? May I? Valves plugs pump to erase Rictus from my face Lapse of time Synchro freeze Loop rewind Forward speed Will to walk Crossed out feet Fingers
Translation: Voivod. Nothingface.
Crucible heats up Arsening, mercury And acid concoct Hermetic theory Hydrogen vapours Exclusion principle It's never over For ever practical And I try
In my backyard Sounds turn around Down fall apart In my playground In my dome on my own A locked throught in a closet Splinter moves, cracking moans
[Syd Barrett] Lime and limpid green The second scene The fights between The blue you once knew Floating down The sound resounds Around the icy Water
Sleeping sky Winding walk Breezing by Ravaged rock Swarming locust-land Spiders spinning sand Grubbing enterprise No time to reply Down, down Far underground
Hey you Tell me, what's your call name Closed negative display Engaged on section three The acrid factories You Putrid perfect product Proper platinum
The one go down is alive It is part of my flight The one inside makes a sign And keeps an eye to the light I sense panic overboard Obscure, viscid sprawling
On this train Will it always rain? Try to analyze This led venture Songless sky, digital bug-eye Octogonal seams so much clearer Indiscrete, status incomplete
Tunnel seems so long Touching the bottom A slim reflexion Punctured my vision I didn't notice Beside the last door Standing on nothing There was a mirror
