Ce n'est pas ma facon de penser qui A fait mon malheur mais celle des autres Parched of eager Where is the romance in chaos And where are the colors I knew Now so faint as the will bereft A fleeting stir smothered in Automation The daylight sins me Unflinchingly it rapes the id Have I the strength to fight to save it Let me abscond to Respite under sable clouds Spirit me away to A place where I'm not found