6 a.m.
There is still the obscurity out of the window
I don't understand anything, I'm still in my world.
I get up me, the eyes are low, the heavy legs
Everything is distorted, everything is a little clear

I am late, I have to be fast for my nightmare hours
So many as me, all equal ones as cyborgs.
Same movements repeated to the endless one.
Any word, any look, only boredom.
I won't go out alive of here.

Escape & Operate
Escape & Operate

2 p.ms.
Another day is ended.
We escape all from the metallic monster.
We are free, once more, but soon we will be chained.
The only street of exit is my beer.

I am tired now, I return in my world.