Lyrics

From the roof of this world I conceive my aversion Surrounded by the earthly defuncts Spinning round, they massively push me on Like vultures at their carrion To become one of the perpetrators of the Extinction "Enjoy in your last hours Your mediocre lives, without clearly heeding The minds soaring upon you" And this, until I vomit this Damocles' hatred Amputating the Earth's matricid biped From the roof of this world, I revel in staring at your unconcern Spinning round with the earthly defuncts: I become the perpetrator of the Extinction They massively push me on and I speed up the process I thereby proclaim abortion Human will drown himself, just released from his mother's placenta Always more stupid, always more formated, always more similar Du toit de ce monde je me délecte Tournoyant autours de la charogne Du bipède matricide Devenu lui-même auteur de son extinction