Vil is a strength for each one can feel it
It's the image of what's choking and killing
But in fact I believe that's not such a wicked concept
Not like a simple effect
making the corpses rotting or bursting our very eyes
Things are much more complicated to me

I don't want to suffer anymore
as I have to drag an witchering body
Bruised inside as well as outside
I am learning to abandon myself to my fate
in a languorous lassa fever

We are just our own toys
and I really like being conscious
that we can be other's if we consent
I can be the black light that never shines
I can be the breeze that never blows

I'm living in the shadowy
undergrowth far away from all conventions
I am the colour you can not see
the shade in the sky that can not disturb particles
I am the servant controlled by my own body's limits
People just see the face spitting death
and feeding cerebral palsy over ten generations is me

No one can understand
that I had to loose everything
to make something better of myself
I don't know if anyone could understand me
and my need to test myself everyday
To know if I still live

Each day I can contemplate the worm
continuing his tiring work
Each day I can feel the icy presence
of those thousand scars on me
Scars are victories, pleasure
is a failure when it comes without violence