Atrophy Lyrics

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