Handfuls of star's dust
Lightning in the dark of your nights;
Flash of broken dreams.
With your innocent malice
You drown yourself in a sweetish and dense river.
f** off everything!
And for a moment
You miss a true embrace, then
You throw yourself back on your bed,
Thinking that world's perfect
perfect!
Alice, little Alice
In a hallucination's kaleidoscope;
Your blue eyes have no expression,
Aren't you happy?
Alice, little Alice,
You live inside your songs.
Your body is like a bar;
No one knows who's been there.
Another dawn, the sun is rising,
Head is beating, veins are aching,
Violet bruises grow on you.
Through the radio, talk-shows and covers,
You are on TV, surrounded by nothing.
Let you wind by torpor,
Let yourself go to savage s**.
Music winds your blue eyes
Which are deleting more and more and
No one's happy!