LEARN LYRICS

(I begin the exploration

It's not a pleasant place

My pace is tiring

There is no grass, but ash

I don't know whether to proceed

Okay, I'll proceed

I dreamed of returning to this planet

When I was in the woods and in prison

But I didn't expect a desert

Which drowns in its own greyness

Such silence

I don't know whether to proceed

Okay, I'll proceed)

I trample on a land that is incinerated

I don't see the backsides of living people

But only very vague beings

With looks as dull as silverware

Smoky, light, they have no weight

It seems I'm the one who doesn't give it to him

I listen to their complaints

I could make a book like Jeremiah

They are crying out for my help

I turn away

Like the checkout clerks

When I type the card PIN

Disturbing shadows are hanging over me

I have them in front of me even if I move

The face, at times pale, dull

They are ectoplasms

I recognize them, they are ideas

They ask for a body, they want to expose it as a playmate

Hordes of ghosts, these are the ideas

Hordes of, 'Maybe', 'Maybe', 'I don't think so', 'Imagine if'

They need me

Awakened ideas, my God

I thought they were dead in the skull

They escaped oblivion

To the bulldozers in hyperuranium

It's getting late

Hephaestus is finished, and the volcano has dried up

But these alien creatures form a sudden circle

As on wheat, they speak

'Father why do you want us orphans?

If we have gaps, you fill them

Unsheath your saber, you will be Sandokan

We are your Mompracem' tigers

I don't respond, I remain silent, like the silent land

While they ask for body, like Tetsuro on board the Galaxy Express

In their evanescence

I see my surrender clearly

Palisade on my head

Displayed like a tiara

I don't trust them, they are opportunists

They are mercenaries in the pay of Athena

They turn into an obsession

Until you find yourself alone and in chains

Tide, there are more and more of these miserable things

I hold my breath, I'm free-diving

I no longer carry victims on my shoulders

I built my trench

I crawl as if I were no longer bipedal

I will never die for an idea

I prefer an idea to live for

Do you recognize us? We are the ideas

We ask for a body, we want to expose it as a playmate

Hordes of ghosts, these are the ideas

Hordes of 'Maybe', 'Maybe', 'I don't think so', 'Imagine if'

They need me

Goodbye ideas

Goodbye, I have to go

I won't stay here a minute longer)