Paroles de Outrage

A pair of alive bright eyes Are the windows of a huge and desert world A king alone in an empty empire Little soul of loneliness and madness Being surrounded but living alone Don't see anyone and be watched by all It's a twisted and meaningless smile That hide your fears and obsessions Orphan of emptiness Each whisper is a storm in my mind Each touch is like a razors in the flesh Each point of light is like the death Of a thousand stars And every tear I shed Have the taste of thousand deaths Mandatory misanthropy Or sick individualism? Where the creation has failed Or where the will triumphed? A prison without walls Or a hermetic world? To give wings to madness Or to give madness to senses?