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!