The Grand Expedition

After all those years of wandering, After going round the world
I'm still following in a ghost humanity tracks
In this valley of dying stars
I'm ruining myself on this broken jaw of our lost kingdoms
Sightless, shapeless
Monsters' voices coming out the soil
Auditory, olfactory, tactil, taste and visual hallucinations
Blurred reality, zero-gravity, this no-man's land is a deadlock
Here on the road
I'm walking dead in a film without scenario

I'm that "shape without form, shade without colour
Paralysed force, gesture without motion"

I'm no longer even a presence
I'm the shade of nothing
This semblance of life underneath my eyes
Is the last ghost of an extinct humanity
This vision of paradise can't be here into my eyes
All this decor is a fake or a liar
This piece of Eden can't be a part of my burden
This whole repeated performance was to make me believe that I'm back to square one
But it's just an illusion
On the road again
I'm walking dead in a film without scenario

I'm that "shape without form, shade without colour
Paralysed force, gesture without motion"

If only I was someone I would feel myself
I don't even know my name and the Where of my origin
I'm growing away from you

I'm on the road but I can't explain the how and why of it
The meaning of this life is still going away from me
While death is so close to me
I do not hope to hope again that I could understand the essence of my loneliness
I walk alone through burned sensations
The entire world escapes me
Why should I mourn the loss of my faith in a happy ending

I do not hope to turn the page again of this tragic story
Oh I don't even know my name
How I could understand the essence of my loneliness
Where are the people who saved my life
And abandoned me in this oblivion
Where is civilisation
What are these empty places
These devasted lands
I can't say anything or put a word on things
I feel so lonely in my waste world

Yeah, all is so confused in my head
I couldn't face the essence of my loneliness
I do not hope to turn the page again on this tragic story
Yeah if ony my heart were stone I would kiss my fate
But lips that would kiss form prayers to the broken stone
Please take me
Please bury me
My broken bones
The broken stones
This land is my Bruges-la-Morte
I'm walking dead through this charred land
But I don't know where to go
There is no scenario
I regain my strength I breathe
I regain consciousness
I travelled too far and take too much time to come back home
Come back to my fragile life
"I could not speak and my eyes failed
I was neither living nor dead"