Despised Icon Immaculate

Praise my immaculate skin complexion

Cherish these symmetrical features

I maintain my poise on this pedestal

If looks could kill, my charms would scatter faceless dead bodies everywhere

Like an over-exposed medallion hanging around my neck, ostentation glitters

Perfect visibility is an asset. I reach for its crown

Disseminated black roses follow my every step

A mirror’s reflection is so soothing

A stunning self-portrait reveals itself

Immortalize this flawless creation

Each step feels like a stroll on the red carpet

Perfect visibility is an asset, a coronation

Modesty can only reduce one’s pride to ashes

My chin points towards a grey sky: superiority

I only look down on other beings: inferiority. Immaculate

The annihilation of every larvae would not sadden me

Immaculate. My contempt for the living elevates my one true love to a higher rank

Diminish a hero to embellish my dignity

Perfect visibility is an asset, a crown held up high

I will sit alone on my throne

I will sit alone on my throne

I will sit alone on my throne

I will sit alone on my throne

Secluded

Despised Icon Grade A-One

Signification of intensive animal breeding means: more meat for a lesser cost

Designed for the benefit of the multinationals and the profitability of Agro-alimentary

Animals are the objects of manipulation, drugged, mutilated and tortured

destined to be eaten

diseases are in their share too

immobilized in an enclosure with replicated brightness

they have no access to exercise

we turn them into machines

they supply your entity

feeding up your tummy

to enlarge heart attacks

beated, blessed in the truck of death

expelled violently off the trucks

they arrive to a slaughterhouse

hurried and savagely brutalized in a terrifying environment amplified by

screams and fear

electrocuted or summarily knocked out

legs grabbed on a hook, head turned down

they slice their throat

without awareness, they are cruelly disgorged…

Despised Icon Les Temps Changent

Notre histoire se termine, nos chemins se séparent et la vie reprend son cours tranquillement.

Je m’envole enfin librement.

La main fracturée par un bris de confiance, la guérison entravée par la méfiance, je prends mes distances.

Sagement, j’avance lentement mais sûrement, marchant d’un regard méfiant.

Ça recommence encore et encore et encore.

Notre conflit s’éternise.

Chaque fois, je perds la maîtrise.

Ça recommence encore et encore et encore.

Tes mots me découragent.

Assez, je n’en peux plus.

Je n’abandonnerai jamais.

Nos liens se sont effacés.

La vérité se digère avec difficulté.

Sans pitié, j’ai l’appétit pour la destruction.

Je n’abandonnerai jamais.

Malgré la colère et la peine, les murs troués et les semaines, une partie de toi résidera toujours en moi.

Nous avons grandi ensemble.

C’est la fin d’un si beau récit.

Dommage qu’il en soit ainsi.

Ces belles années demeureront éternelles.

La main fracturée par un bris de confiance, la guérison entravée par la méfiance, je prends mes distances.

Sagement, j’avance lentement mais sûrement, marchant d’un regard méfiant.

Ça recommence encore et encore et encore.

Notre conflit s’éternise.

Chaque fois, je perds la maîtrise.

Ça recommence encore et encore et encore.

Tes mots me découragent.

Assez, je n’en peux plus.

Despised Icon All For Nothing

Getting better was just an option I didn’t believe in.

Fuck no!

Until you came and lured me with a blurred vision of hope,

my impenetrable mind was practically to be declared dead.

For so many months, I wandered in the cold abyss of your confusion.

I anticipated that when I came back you’d finally be mine.

But every time, you disappointed me with distant silence.

I saw someone for whom I would have kept my pledge.

La montagne russe que je suis n’est que le fruit de ton indécision.

L’homme qui tenait à renaître est mort née.

De ses cendres, la calamité jaillira pour te tourmenter.

Je t’ai abandonné.

All for nothing.

Getting better was just an option I didn’t believe in.

Fuck no!

Until you came and lured me with a blurred vision of hope,

my impenetrable mind was practically to be declared dead.

For so many months, I wandered in the cold abyss of your confusion.

Despised Icon Sleepless

Another morning when I feel more rotten than alive.

The reflection in the mirror across the room shows

that I’m just another useless being,

head down in a tobacco haze with a bottle of broken dreams in my hand.

I wonder if I was just gone, would anyone miss me?

Despised Icon Black Lungs

My thoughts are turning black.

Here comes a panic attack.

Every day is a struggle to stay on track.

I’ve had enough of being consumed by your poison.

These are my words of distress.

I must confess.

It’s getting harder to see through a thick layer of green smoke.

The deeper I inhale, the harder I choke.

I’m a slave to the habit, slowly becoming a zombie.

The higher I go, the bigger the fall.

The closer we get, the less I need you all.

The higher I go, the bigger the fall.

It’s time to stand tall.

Take control.

From summer nights at the park to laying low in the dark,

temptation led to isolation.

I’m gasping for air, visiting despair.

My thoughts are turning black.

Here comes a panic attack.

Every day is a struggle to stay on track.

I’ve had enough of being consumed by your poison.

Despised Icon The Aftermath

Laying low, lurking deep down below

Resurface, catch your breath

Rise back from the depths

Rise back from the depths

Rise up, rise back up

Rise back from the depths

Rise up, rise back up

Rise back from the depths

One more attempt

Suffer my wrath

Feel my contempt

The aftermath

The aftermath

Damn you all, put you all to sleep

I am not a saviour, nor am I a sheep

None can appease

Suffer my wrath

Down on your knees

The aftermath

No peace

Tear it all down, I will never cease

No rest, no peace

Tear it all down, tear it piece by piece

Laying low, lurking deep down below

Resurface, catch your breath

Rise back from the depths

Rise up, rise back up

Rise back from the depths

Rise up, rise back up

Rise back from the depths

Rise up, rise back up

Rise back from the depths

One more attempt

Suffer my wrath

Feel my contempt

The aftermath

End it all, carry out my plan

The ills of modern man

The aftermath

Damn you all, put you all to sleep

I am not a saviour, I will cut you deep

Watch as I feast

Suffer my wrath

Unleash the beast

The aftermath

No peace

Tear it all down, I will never cease

No rest, no peace

Tear it all down, tear it piece by piece

Tear it all down, tear it piece by piece

I’m in high gear with a lust for red

Stay clear, or better yet, play dead

Famished with a taste for blood

Make it bleed until it floods

The beast awakens

I’m in high gear with a lust for red

Stay clear, or better yet, play dead

The beast awakens

Famished with a taste for blood

Make it bleed until it floods

The beast awakens

Laying low, lurking deep down below

Resurface, catch your breath

Rise back from the depths

Rise up, rise back up

Rise back from the depths

Despised Icon Sheltered Reminiscence

In those woods, I still remember the odours

The moistened bed where I chose to sleep

Surrounded by my own crimson liquor of existence,

I started to to fade in history

At that moment,

Only the sound of pulsations through my arms consolidated my seclusion

Anesthetized by fury and desolation,

I inflicted myself capital retribution

As the leaves were coloured with my constitution

Grief and lamentations suited me with astonishing cold

As the dark sky vanished before my eyes,

Fragments of consciousness could only illustrate parcels of this affair

I sadly can’t restore every event in tits respective time:

Agitated voices, strident sirens and blistering pain in both arms

Despised Icon The Ills Of Modern Man

I have had it easy for most of my life

Adulthood has brought me a series of complications

Swallow these nails, turn away

I must not look back

The ills of modern man are much larger than my own personal battles

It feels like I have been fighting for nothing

The ills of modern man are much larger than my own personal battles

I have been too caught up in this crying game and I want out

I am sick of hearing myself whine

Drink this wine and choke

Here I am, still screaming away the same problems

that have fuelled this engine for years

I have bathed the faceless in a cesspool filled with my own tears

The ills of modern man are much larger than my own personal battles

It feels like I have been fighting for nothing

The ills of modern man are much larger than my own personal battles

I have been too caught up in this crying game

I quit

Deep down there is shade in all of us but there is also luminosity

My flaws have now been exposed by its brightness

Despised Icon Absolu

Inquiétude de conscience; un besoin fervent d’adhésion

une envie de résolution; acceptation de vérité

la solution est déclarée; des idées achetées a rabais

la doctrine mérite pieux respect; enthousiasme par sa profondeur

congrégation de bons prêcheurs

je ne suis qu’un pion dans cette histoire de création

mes pouvoirs sont remis en question, mais ce n’est qu’une banale condition

je suis fière des mutilations; les preuves de mon adoration

grâce a cette moralisation; je m’enfuis de la perdition

une hypocrisie si intense qu’on finit par y croire

un respect désordonné, sans limite, amène un idylle illusoire

ma totale dévotion a cette immense entité illumine ma vision noire

pour qu’ainsi je puisse me trouver bon,

sans me préoccuper des choses que je ne veux voire

divinité sacrée, inviolable; un mur d’isolation, sans réflexions

divinité créée, irréprochable; enfin l’absolution, déviation

coupure, sans ouverture; ferme a toute opinion extérieure

sesure, couverture; isole, hors d’atteinte du désir d’ardeur

assenti ment, consentement volontaire de l’intelligence a des vérités qui

orientent mes actions et pensées

souffrance inutile, ma vie se concentre autour d’une croyance pigée au sort

seule être que je daignerai respecter

soumission, je laisse mes aptitudes pour des moyens de défense

pollution mentale, je combats pour oublier que j’ai a lutter

pour me cacher de ma propre vérité et m’éloigner

pour ne pas avoir a chercher ma vraie réalité

je voue un culte a ce qui me permet de m’oublier

j’abandonne ma vie a un besoin que je me suis invente

divinité sacrée, inviolable; un mur d’isolation, sans réflexions

divinité créée, irréprochable; enfin l’absolution, déviation

coupure, sans ouverture; ferme a toute opinion extérieure

sesure, couverture; isole, hors d’atteinte du désir d’ardeur.