Man, prisoner, you will always love your fellow
as much and so well that you feed yourself with its essence
their laughters, their pains, their privacy
They nourish the bitter abyss of your appetite
soon hungry of new failure
since everything what raises must lower
there you want to be where the fall explodes
it remembers me the roman circuses
where the death was acclaimed, where
the waiting of the blood reigned
I would like to think that life is cultivated
while in fact our culture is :
children dead by our indifference
Animals tortured until their deaths
To entertain an audience
for science ? your hypocritical mind
refuses to think that those tests are useless
a slow but safe alienation
another step backwards
the destruction of your natural atmosphere
The destruction of your pairs
your ineluctable self-destruction
SPANISH (Original version)
Trève de comptoir Playing god No somos nada Espèce Humaine ?
Purgatorio Train ride Ce n'est pas une chanson d'amour Time to wake up Histoire enfantine There's no place like Home El triunfo de la Muerte
Une ronde de trop
