Le boxeur travaille son épure..et ment (lyrics by Vincent Berger Rond and modified by Viveka Eriksson) Confronting therapy Mixing assimilation To separate hope from chance Come in a stinking place Order and rare abuse Sharing unacceptable trash Violently closing your bedroom door Prepare yourself They all go away A crime on the borders A killer not condemned for his beautiful face The look of a voluntarily missed strategy Taking our learning for a destiny to be lived We can learn more while screaming Our tongue going along his beautiful face Trying to sell starving bodies While screaming our tongue going along his beautiful face (our tongue) A killer not condemned for his beautiful face Mixing assimilation Separate hope from chance coming We learn more while screaming

All Words in World (lyrics by Vincent Berger Rond and modified by Viveka Eriksson) All the Words in World I loved them Really ! Without running outside to scream them (I admit) It’s too near me I admit it’s too near me Didn’t know the right word to express madness / Express madness Adding a step to the pain I didn’t feel Pain removes lyrics in our vocals In the exclusive tragedy (Didn’t know the right word) Part deduction (x3) by attacking an erudit mind We can read these Seeing them otherwise Then break all (x4) Break all into recycling Making sure the words transform into something else Doesn’t know language transform itself Words transform without telling A ship upside down until all are senseless Making everything down in the ocean your own When tangible objects appear in front of your eyes Then break all into recycling Making sure the words transform into something else... Objects we can read them Seeing them otherwise Doesn’t know language transform itself Words transform without telling Making everything down in the ocean your own All the words in the world doesn’t mean a thing anymore When tangible objects appear Some would love to make them like dead leafs I was hungry to find them all ! Ready to be burned and not so bright (x3) You are a book worm within lost and found media libraries of upside down navigation You want the ship with you (x3) After the doubt, all words were lost I was hungry to find them all and make them my own After the invention of upside down navigation then you want the ship with you The moment you don’t want to have spent hours with words A ship upside down until are senseless Then you want the ship with you A ship upside down until are senseless Then you want the ship with you After the invention.. of upside down navigation

The Stairs of the Unsteady (lyrics by Vincent Berger Rond and modified by Viveka Eriksson) Unsteady makeup on the roof When she talks in a public place Her thought is dropped on the stairs She catches words on the way In panic Doesn’t recognize herself What was the strength ? Exchanging priorities Not told to her Wrong way up New again Can’t see it coming ! He was writing my words for me ! Cultural invasion !! Thirsty to her mouth Great ! Bring !! Bring !!! I get engaged I'm dying I prefer to live ! And still, I move in an apartment where the stairs don’t give me remorses to follow A way out / to clinically survive / to be considered only during peace time I'm dying / and you follow / I prefer to live / and you follow To infiltrate the order of the thin and dry shrubs Follow...Follow... / Softness from a little father, these days dry A way out.. to allow him to finally say goodbye.. shrubs ! Softness From a little father These days dry ! Softness from a little From a little father From a little father These days dry To be brought to the river !

Forecast Proof (lyrics by Vincent Berger Rond and modified by Viveka Eriksson) I already was out of order / to disapprove My proof to disapprove ; I did not know it This infinite forest with grey time clocks Time was badly thought at the origin This infinite forest with grey time clocks / Everything was based on errors Time was badly thought at the origin In which world are we living in ? I am forecast proof There was a lot to say when he stayed on his feets Falling in love with a shelter Living in it like a friend Bringing others to hide everybody Doing what we love while being the only one to lay down in seclusion There was a lot to say when he stayed on his feets I was around there I thought of becoming.. when meeting the coldest of our duet It was not our property anymore ! I thought of becoming I thought.. of becoming / I was around there When meeting the coldest of our duet It was not our property anymore ! “Haha ! Je viens de perdre mes jambes ! Haha...” / A head not coming back to me Outside without any good ways My life would put me in boxes again and again... I.. going from boxes to boxes... “Hahahahaha ! Ouu.ouu.ouuu. WOOUUU !!! OUUOUOUUU !! Ha.hahaha ! Kiss !” I put a hole in the filter of the middle I say, without any good ways Breaking an illusion through others More illusions help someone to be more daring More illusions.. help someone to be more daring Help someone to be more daring ! Help someone ! Dare !