Believe me son, the whole city was in turmoil before all these misgivings became dinosaurs​.​.​.

from Amid all this mess, a weak splendour! by SALVING THY AMISS

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“Wake up dear trees, please wake up ! We are not that brave, these damn kids speak too much. Bring all the forest back to sleep !”
Someone is doing a really nasty vanishing trick right now. When did they draw red eyes on every bush ? When did they teach words to the wolves and songs to the bears ?
We are more than ...Wait a minute you bookworm ! We were “a small army”, you wrote that shit in your propagandha for kids. I’m the baddest state murderer ever made, how dare can I be that “small army” all by myself ? This story doesn’t make sense, get me out of here. I’ll get the fame later from a safe attack or a burning nursery !
There is a small town not too far from here, I’ll reach the church before the things behind the yells of laughter catch me. Come on smell me out, creatures ! I’m a fox on wheels little bastards; this car is faster than a thousand gods on their golden horses ! The smell of confidence has slowly disappeared from you breath; this is what my neck told me before I hit the windshield. Guess the carwreck brings you back in the game...

I’ m undamped, you know ! I might just be a bag of broken bones but I swear I’ll get to this fuckin’ church. So stop it grabby squirels ! We’ve been told that the sheep taste good, that’s right. But my plate is a loner.
Thank God the church is all around me.

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from Amid all this mess, a weak splendour!, released December 24, 2010

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Open-minded extreme rock'n'roll band from Paris (France) since 2004.

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