Narcologue Songtext
von Benoît Pioulard

I finally found the sound I wanted & it disappeared
It′ll come back to me, it'll come back to me
It had a subtle hum behind it & seemed to breathe on its own
Will you sing it to me, will you sing it to me

Cos this seething of the heart
Is a restless quivering born of being apart
As demons from beneath
Take hold & know that they govern me


On sunless days they aid the garden
& it all turns green
But it′ll change color soon, it'll change again soon
& when they wilt, they will belie it
In their helpless mien
They will cherish the seeds, they will cherish the seeds

These demons from beneath
Are the only ones reaching out to me
As reason from aloft
Takes hold & hews all the fetters off

But this freezing of the heart
Is a shameful shuttering born of being apart
With numbness but in command
My senescence proves we hold together like sand