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Stigmata High-Five

"Stigmata High-Five" (2006)

1. La Derniere Image
2. The Wrecking
3. Carve Your Heart Out
4. Taken From The Nest
5. Whatís Left Behind
6. The Sound of Your Smashed Head
7. Dead In The Ruins of Your Own City







1. La Derniere Image

À flot. À flot díinformations. Seulement. Sans motion, réaction. Seule, je regarde leurs visages me raconter leurs plus bas fonds, ils sont submergés. Tout síefface. Est-ce líennui qui míoublie? Et jíimagine, devenir líêtre ailleurs. Une fois, combler ce vide. Tout est réel, pourtant si loin. Une fois, míeffacer, au bout des eaux. Et pourtant les images défilent. Mais jíoublie, je dois être ailleurs. Si loin, je dois être ailleurs. Est-ce líen nui qui míoublie? Dans líespace díun temps, le moment. Je suis eux, nous sommes là. Ma dernière liberté a juste quittée. Un coup de feu me rammène à leur drame. Líodeur humide de líanimal. Fidèle au poste, derrière ma trachée. Agenouillée. Je regarde sans tomber. La tête échevelée gommée. Les yeux vitreux et le sang caillé. Les jeunes enfants effondrés. Les mains au sol. Les corps vidés. Le sang coulé, le sang coulé. Le sang coulé, le ciel griser. Le sang coulé, les têtes tombées. Le sang coulé, les hommes ruinés. Les têtes tombées giglées. Les yeux vitreux et les corps mouillés. Les jeunes enfants appeurês, regards au ciel vers un rêve oubliê. Le sang, sang effacê. Au sol, jíme suis effondrêe. Jíimagine, je pense à líautre ailleurs. Une fois, cette fois. Aurevoir. La tête, echevelée, gommée. Les yeux, vides et desespérés. Les mains, mortes, inanimées. Le sang, le sang. Ruisseller.




2. The Wrecking

How can you find yourself. Betrayed. For this single target. Perfection has made it worth while? Trying. Stand when all else falls. Away. Wrong ideals. An abolishing curse. Sickness has become a goal. Engage. In combat with yourself. I want to know. What you ache for. I want to know. Have you touched the center of your own sorrow? Your chosen lifestyle drives you to. Pursue the achievement of what they see. Survive the devastation that they wreak. Why canít you see whatís beauty? Stand when all else falls away. You can disappoint another. To be true to yourself. The new culture of death. Pain. An addiction. Pain. Why canít you see? Pain. An abolishing curse. Sickness has become a goal. How can you find yourself. Betrayed. Perfection. What makes it worth? Beauty, even when itís not pretty. You have been opened by lifeís betrayals. In your fear. Freezing cold. All for your dreams your heart just stopped. Your heart just stopped. Your chosen lifestyle drove you to. Pursue the achievement of what they see. Survive the devastation that they wreak. You lived in the eyes of the others. Enslaved by their social standards. Why couldnít you see who you were?




3. Carve Your Heart Out

Blacked out. Urge not to live. I used to have. A shade of my own. Life has consumed. What was mine. I struggle being significant. Almost unknown. A stranger to this face of the earth. Iím waiting for you. Youíll realize what you just lost. Iíll steal. Your most precious memories, my delicacy fantasies. Iíll taste you, my delicacy fantasies. Iíll taste you. A taste of you. Iím surrounding you. Your depression will be delightful. Looking for the open flame in your eyes. Iíll carve your heart out. Youíll realize what you just lost. Iíll steal. Your most precious memories. My delicacy fantasies. Iíll taste you. My delicacy fantasies. Iíll taste you. My delicacy fantasies. A severe hunger. Has slaved me. A meager sacrifice. To feed my wounds. A conquest. For pleasures. Has left me empty. Depraved. I raise. Depraved. Nothing to be found. A world to be drawn. A conquest. For pleasures. Has left me starved. Irrational. Iíll devour your hope. Iíll suck your faith. Iíll carve your heart out. Iíll taste you. To feed my wounds.




4. Taken From The Nest

Walk. No time. Take from the nest. Dressed in a white outline. Just to show you have your life. Lift your confidence. Your pathís around your neck. Consume. He wants. What he wants. When he wants it. The cheapest cost. Would be worth enough. Itís painted in his brotherís blood. Working through the dark. Just to fill basic needs in life. A faceless shadow left. The ruin of my bare hands. The need. To advance in all. A black eye is needed. A cycle maintained. The sky was black. And the air growing. In her hand. Cold. Falling. On the ground. Her work. Printed with a picture. She once loved. He needs. What he believes. Is inescapable. Why? Eyeless sight. Why? Mindless acts. Walk. No time. Wise. Taken from the nest. Do you believe as human beings that weíve progressed? Youíre wrong. The sky was black. And the air growing. In her hand. Cold. Rush back home.




5. Whatís Left Behind

I used to think. That you were good. That you were passionate. Your life seemed to be. What you wanted the most. You screwed up. All for you dreams. By pushing everyone that was around you. I need to breathe. To keep control. A twisted quest for power has begun. Reverse the time. I want to erase the moment. When you decided to come along. Your mind. Memories. Of whatís left behind. Your guts are hungry. And your head crammed with stress. Your mind. Memories. Of whatís left behind. Your heart wonít follow. You canít stand yourself. Look around. Trying to reach. Everything that you failed. Donít budge. You wonít succeed. Youíre already half a decade too late. When I take my last strength. To water down whatís behind. I know you are lost because the fire wonít stop. Plunge your eyes. Go strait in mine. The vulture in my heart will hunt you down; the need to scream. To forget about control. A two player challenge for power wonít be won. Looking at you. Still and cold I have no regrets. Your tears donít reach my thoughts. Donít look for comfort in my eyes. Grab ahold of yourself. Change the speed of your breath. I want to erase the moment. When you decided to come along. Your guts are hungry. And your head crammed with stress. Your mind. Memories of whatís left behind. I wonít take any time. Trying to know you better. You strike again. And crash on my world. You make me remember what I canít stand you. Is this even real or just in your built up stories?




6. The Sound of Your Smashed Head

Youíre trapped. Confined in a frame built with years of oppression. The shocking truth. Blind-folded you grew up. And your ordinary life gets unsustainable. Where is your sense of risk. Your strength to refuse habits. The truth is now hard to face. Youíve been slaved by your own fear. You forgot? Youíre free. Bite your tongue until it bleeds. Regain control of your body. Wash away the stranger. The cold-hearted you used to be. All in lucidity, taste the unpredictable. Twitch the roots of your instincts. Play a trick on everybody. Pushed only by desires. Run for your life while you breath. Stranger. Youíre now alone. You used to be. Youíre now alone. But you never settled for compromise. Dive in the black whole. Taste the time. Of your authentic « me ». The sound of your smashed head will feel like a sweet melody. Youíre now alone.




7. Dead In The Ruins of Your Own City

 


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