Bonheur amputé [English translation]

I curse the sick, the obscene blood

Saturated with affliction

Which spreads into my body

And flays my veins

A thick poison in which

A thousand parasitic insects get tangled

To leave behind shapeless eggs

Oozing sadness and disgust

I don't know myself anymore...

The happy thoughts

Were atrophied, smothered

Inside their bony prison

A bright gaze clouded

By the gray filter of indifference

An empty look

• Artist:Amesoeurs
• Album:Ruines humaines