The night watchman knows.
He sees, in the twilight of humanity,
landscapes erected by the cult of perfection.
Fascinated by the void ...
He knows, that they shower their frustrations under streams of virtual pleasure.
He sees, bruised hearts.
He knows, they pour alcohol on their wounds.
He sees, the spirits prisoners.
He knows, that they try to escape with all the substances
that they can find ...
The night watchman sees.
Powdery nose to bleed.
Filled mouths that can no longer close.
Eyes stuck to the screens that forget to blink.
Hands riveted to joysticks so sticky.
Sexes tortured to the point of being estranged.
The night watchman knows.
He sees, they are trying to hide their sordid realities.
Slaves of addictions ...
He knows, that they are trying to get out of the flow,
that they try not to chase chimeras anymore
that they try to escape the deadly current of the night,
but only dream ...
to better drown in resignation,
to better indulge in their curse.
The night watchman knows.
He sees, that what is killing humanity,
it's the dependence on all these palliatives,
ah, the misery of being too afraid to look in the face
what they have become.
To be too much afraid to live outside their comfortable conditioning.
Fanatic robots ...
The night watchman knows.
He sees, which prevents them from revolting,
to light the fire from which one draws the sun,
to transform the end into a beginning.
Possessed by their need to possess.
He sees, which prevents them from getting up at dawn
and let their eyes a little more dull every day
resigned to waiting for death as an inevitable fatality.
Hypnotized by nothingness.
The night watchman knows.
He sees, that a world of junkies,
conditioned to run after their rewards,
can only finish with an overdose.
If it's not this night,
it will be another who will never see the morning succeed it.
Dawn is a dream out of reach for their greedy hands.
If it's not this night,
it will be another who will never see the morning succeed it.
Dawn is an utopia face to their blind beliefs.
If it's not this night,
it will be another who will never see the morning succeed it.
The night watchman knows.
He sees them, stone those who know,
that if there is still hope in life,
it is by realizing utopias.
Lyrics on Yoshiwaku album "Shadow Of Fire" available in free download here https://archive.org/details/YOSHIWAKU_Shadow_Of_Fire
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Translation of french lyrics from Anachronic Sacrifice and others free albums
PoetryThis is the english translation of my poems use in this Multiple Personality 3 free download album https://archive.org/details/Multiple_Personality_3_Anachronic_Sacrifice Few others will be add later. Stay Tune
