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Humans are consciously unconscious of their existence
They exist in fake exit doorways
Waving a low hand hello to hell, low on sense
Sensing that emptiness means good days
That goodness means to be savage
Their brain is haze, as their looks daze
At the pillage aging the sound of age
Sagesse, wisdom, the widows of men
The windows let in the wind
Inhuman man, walking in no man's land on their hand
And I say... Dark Light.

Humans are consciously unconscious about their existence
Why do they bother with real time?
This sick tick taking a take at hate
Because it is mine?
Do they question this quest of notion to Mr. Tate?
No emotions goes with their motion
Don't have a notion with all this action
Mechanical economics
Economical mechanics
Inhuman man, walking in no man's land on their hand
And again I say... This is Dark Light.

credits

from Re​-​De​-​Generation, released July 1, 2007
Cedric: main composition, programming, guitars, voice
Alban: 2nd half composition, words, electronic percussion, programming
Sine: vocals & grunts
Xavier: grunts

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