BURN MY BRAIN Text « My soul is dark » by Lord G. Byron My soul is dark – Oh! quickly string The harp I yet can brook to hear; And let thy gentle fingers fling Its melting murmurs o’er mine ear. If in this heart a hope be dear That sound shall charm it forth again: If in these eyes there lurk a tear, ‘Twill flow, and cease to burn my brain (burn my brain) That sound shall charm it forth again: If in these eyes there lurk a tear, ‘Twill flow, and cease to burn my brain. But bid the strain be wild and deep, Nor let thy notes of joy be first: I tell thee, minstrel, I must weep, Or else this heavy heart will burst; For it hath been by sorrow nursed, (sorrow nursed) And now ’tis doomed to know the worst, And break at once – or yield to song. That sound shall charm it forth again: If in these eyes there lurk a tear, ‘Twill flow, and cease to burn my brain.

Catharsis (Part II) Text by Anne-Claire Rallo & Alexandre Lamia When life comes down to neurosis, Trauma and bad dreams, Catharsis, Catharsis, What has been repressed wants to be released, When life comes down to the future, “What do you want to get?” And what if the true question is: « Who do you want to be? » Catharsis, “What do you want to get?” When life comes down to the future, Catharsis, I’ve got the option, should I take this turn, or wait for the next one? Oh God, help me to make my move now, mum, dad, bear with me, I will try to become the one I should be, reach my imago by cutting loose from all I’ve experienced, born again, then like the butterfly, being short-lived but able to fly, I’ve never asked more in my life Than Redemption Serenity Expression And meaning Oh how you should see those faces passing in each street How can anyone talk How can anyone care How can anyone feel Without making it up But I know Beyond the cliff where I’m standing There will always be your waving Beyond the lighthouse where I’m looking There will always be your sight Beyond the sun where I’m living There will always be your shadow I’m no one and never will be You are no one and never will be And yet, we are someone.

The Thought Trader Text by Anne-Claire Rallo Hey stranger, Your head seems full of tricks I can show you how to survive if you follow the way to think, I’m not the owner of minds But we can haggle I get them from an hard struggle We can haggle Behind this big lie I’m here In stories you recall I’m here I am the great maker I am the thought trader, I am the thought trader “I am everywhere you are In your foot and your news, In your drugs and your thoughts, In your water and your shoes I am your deepest scars I am the great prophet, Money, bias, false pretense, Aware of all major events, Banks, stocks, markets, I am everywhere you are In your foot and your news, In your drugs and your thoughts, In your water and your shoes, I am your deepest scars” The world seems insane, You’re searching someone to blame, But everyone feels same, Bombs, explosions, death, love, Memories, regrets, guns, fires, I am the thought trader, I am the thought trader.

Alone (Sweeheart Grips Intro) Text « Alone » by Edgar Allan Poe From childhood’s hour I have not been As others were I have not seen As others saw I could not bring My passions from a common spring From the same source I have not taken My sorrow I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone And all I lov’d, I lov’d alone Then in my childhood in the dawn Of a most stormy life was drawn From ev’ry depth of good and ill The mystery which binds me still From the torrent, or the fountain From the red cliff of the mountain From the sun that ’round me roll’d In its autumn tint of gold From the lightning in the sky As it pass’d me flying by From the thunder, and the storm And the cloud that took the form When the rest of Heaven was blue Of a demon in my view And all I lov’d, I lov’d alone.

Sweetheart Grips Text by Alexandre Lamia Tell them to leave me Tell them to go Tell them to reveal their faces In the weapon I want to throw I want to throw On the ground, dusty and blurry, I would still feel the love infused, Of the lullaby she would sing, When the instant has been captured The instant has been captured Captured and foreign, Used and whatever, To their smile I will maintain, To be their slave forever, forever Thousands of cries Thousands of smiles Thousands of miles Thousands of miles Thousands of tears Thousands of laughs Thousands of reloadings Thousands of thanksgivings Thousands of cries Thousands of smiles Thousands of miles Thousands of miles Thousands of tears Thousands of laughs Thousands of reloadings Thousands of thanksgivings Thousands of miss shots Thousands of miss shots Thousands of memories Thousands of memories And yet I’m still broken Holding you without feeling you And yet You are still here Your soul is like a neverending rainbow Do you think I’ve changed? When I now hold your face when I hold your beauty in my dirty hands? After all these tears after all this pain after all the explosions, I will, for you, still stand Your smile on my hands My blood on your painting What is this cage, That holds me down into the ground A million bullets would never hurt me more than your absence Now, leave Now, live Now, love I don’t have anything more to give you Now, leave Now, live Now, love But my reasons to forgive.

Somewhere inside Mankind Text « That’s Love » by April Phillips Floating on a summer breeze Far above the ground, Feeling like I’m somewhere where I can’t be found, My mind is in the highest cloud, Don’t know what hit me today but I feel like I am somewhere I am somewhere I’m somewhere The wind is chasing me Who’d have thought, It happened to me Now I feel observed I’m somewhere…

Fields of Perdition Text by Anne-Claire Rallo « There was a young man, born in a quiet place, Nineteen years later, he was mobilized in a section he could not even write the name » Mum kept crying for her little one, leaving the green field where he used to dream, Son have to go brave and tough, no sword but a rifle, no shield but trenches Mum kept crying for her little one, Thinking about the Fields of perdition, An everlasting landscape, faces with empty orbits, wooden crosses How to react, in the fields of perdition, for a few hours, a few years to the extreme violence to their violent end ? all these young men, born in a quiet place, far away from their old green field to their violent end.

Soldiers of Shame Text by Anne-Claire Rallo Like a dark forest shadow, Where hopes will never glow, A lot of pretenses inside my being, An eternal dryness, Devil seems to be inside all my will, Grabbing the form of a psychotic chill, Fear and pain crave for salvation, We are the soldiers of shame, Hunted to the end by terrors and night sweats, trapped into a past reality, trying to compromise with memories, War not only bruised and gashed the flesh, it slashed the souls, it drove you crazy, it slashed the souls, it drove you crazy.