1. EXCESS

You fall under the knocks of the glances
which oppress you.
The words and the shouts of the moralizers.
Values which you hate.

A punishment furthermore.
In a dull world.
In a tasteless world.
A punishment. Excess.

In my world we drink, we smoke, we fuck.
In kept silent theirs be the plague.
The only one. Lost in thei mass so flat.
You would like to disappear.

A gang bang of passion is missing.
The life and the immoderation.
The choice of its submissions.
In a world without any reason.


2. RADIANT SUN

The anger in eyes. The fever of the dreams.
The wait of happy days.
Want include, to run, to undertake, more
To count, more to wait.

I want a flower. We do not want your rites.

Takes your oil, your cash, your fears and your regrets.
Let live us in the air.
Never underground.
Stop making us dig.

Free without any hymn.
Alive. You decline.

Your nations do not include any more.
The peoples want to live.
Leave your books written by imaginary men.
Let the man cultivate his ground.

Live under a radiant sun.


3. STINK

Still how long I should wait for her body.
Crying ont the altar and my errors.

I love her. The pretty night worker.
I fuck her. The fuckin' porn dreamer.

I so much like her flesh,
So raped her soul.
I wait for her in hell,
With her vile perversions.

I like her smell.
I like her sweat.
I taker her virginity.

She stinks.


4. STRANGE BIRDS

I have glitter in eyes.
I have stars in my soul.
Strange fuckin' birds in the head, in my brain.
Every day I eat candies.
Every time I am on drugs.
I make strange dreams.
My charming dreams.

Nothing can prevent me from going higher.
A good draft of kicks down from the sky.

I have strange birds in my head.
They make me fly so high.
I have crazy birds in my fuckin' head.
They dance on the connections of my brain.

I have the heart which capsizes.
An irradiant laughter.
A sensation of invaded pleasure my soul.
Every time I swallow some alcohol I fly!
I make strange dreams. Howling dreams.

Everyting is bigger when drugs take me slowly.


5. ETHANOL

My toilet broke under the weight of my diarrhea.
I filled the washball with my vomits.
Two liters of piss in my shoes.
Who is this bastard who looks at me in the mirror.

It is necessary that I change mark of beer.
It is not more necessary than I cut it
with some ethanol.
More do not put wine in my Coke.

I have fuckin' a headache. Still. Always.
The wall!

My TV turns in a loop on the same show.
The sofa marries my forms.
No place on the floor for the new stains.
The ashtray serves me as fuckin' larder.

You run with me on my way.

You drink with me for my headache.


6. BACK TO FRONT

The angels look at me and laugh.
They roar, it's insane.
The throw me stones and make me jokes.

The devils give me their pity.
Offer me their condolences.
They play for me a life set.

The life is back to front
In the place back to front

The moon kills and drinks.
The dad aligns his strange dreams.
They proceed to the exchange.

The children kill teady bear,
By drinking Jack Daniel's.
The criminals are kind and courteous.


7. DELETED

Always pressed, the eye fixed to the
Stream of beings. Going infinitely
To the master's sound.

Calculating mad profits and harmonies.
Begging all his lovers that these last ones are deleted.

Brake

The madness of time, some blood, steals my durty thoughts.
The fury of time, terrifies the human faults.
Unconsciousness, fears, the army advances.
Delays, explosive tears, to increase the pace.

Brake

Who run on a tense thread?

Who run towards the present which loads?
Who claims to steal my time?

It would be necessary to move to your ass.
We have not that to do to wait for a band of suckers.
The meter turns in front of your incapacity to a advanced,
Going, move, going...


8. SQUALID SKIN

It's like that they're flat.
I like that, they're hurdy-gurdy.
To wait that I fuck them,
I'm not for all there.
Some money in the Pocket, a coin in the briefs.
I lose my night, and I win my fantasies.

They're all there for me.
I like them with the squalid skins.
They pay for me.
These hurdy-gurdy worldly.

Give I to heat, I'm hungry of stinkcy pussy
I connat do without your black stomach pains.
Your tits so flasks calm me, your bed songs itch me.
In the bottom of my dreams, my fantasies disturb me.