Provoque

I used to admire old machines in the late 90's

Things seemed be stuck in time, musty smell

Everything was simpler on cold afternoons

Autumn Equinox

I would like to remember

Where we all drifted apart

They put us in an aggressive desire

For consumption and repetition

Just didn't expect to meet our organized

And passionate resistance

I remember one day

Wanting to be like them

And also being a white boy

Hugging his father at the end of the day

Now they are burning everything

And trying to put it out with oil

They dance upon the bodies

Of the beautiful witches of the forest

Were just little innocents protected

By the sky and the trees

Anyway we are doomed

And there is no way to pay the bill

In times of trouble

We really know each other

We are forced to be ourselves

Or as close as possible

In front of someone else

You have no choice but to tell the truth

Ideal circumstances to obtain feelings

Ideas and reflections

Frenzy