Between the Lines: Nailed to the Ground (Entre les lignes: Clouée au sol)

Between the Lines: Nailed to the Ground

BURNT WINGS, NAILED TO THE GROUND
HEAD TO HEAVEN, TO THE SPLENDOR OF THE LORD
SEEKING THE STAR THAT MAKES THE ROAD TURN
FAR FROM THIS GRID WHERE EVEN THE AIR CAN'T BE FREE
AS A GESTURE OF PURITY
DEPTH OF THOUGHT; UNLIMITED, WHEN THE VIEW IS H.S
WITHOUT CHEWING MY WORDS; SEE(ING) LARGE, IS IT THE BANK?
IS THE BORDER BETWEEN MADNESS AND WISDOM SO THIN?
HEAVY REFLECTIONS
INFINITE JOURNEY IN SEARCH OF THE ARCHETYPAL, BUT MY SOUL IS SUFFERING..
PAST MEMORIES THAT WOULD LIKE TO SEE MY BROKEN SPIRIT
WHERE IS THE BANK? WHERE IS THE POLE? I'VE HAD ENOUGH
I'M DROWNING... I LOST MY BOAT WHEN I SAW WHO WAS DRIVING IT WAS NONE OTHER THAN MY ENEMY...
AND LIKE WHEN THE NIGHT FALLS,
THE OCEAN AND THE SKY ONLY FORM A (?) I COULD SEE ENDLESS SPACE
OH FREEDOM, MY DEAR FRIEND, YOUR PRESENCE IS ABSTRACT
UNDERSTAND THAT IT'S IN MY HEAD THAT I LEARNED TO KNOW YOU
OH FREEDOM, DRINK MY INK AND DON'T LEAVE MY THOUGHTS
BUBBLES OF OXYGEN IN A LIMITED WORLD
WHERE THE TRUTH HIDES IN US
CLAIRVOYANCE, INTUITION, BUT DO WE KNOW WHAT ALL HIDES IN US?
IT'S LAUGHTER VERSES TEARS, EGO VERSES SOUL
AND AT THE HIGHEST LADDER, I WILL SAY ILLUMINATI VERSES MAN
CRUEL AGE, MEANINGLESS
HARD TO SEE CLEARLY BEHIND THE MASQUERADE AND THE MIST OF BLOOD
I FEEL AS LOST AT HEART AS A IMMENSE MACHINE THAT IS NEVER USED (HAD?), AND WHOM WE DENATURE
BAD FOREBODING WHEN I THINK ABOUT THE FUTURE
EYES OPEN, HORROR TRIES TO EXPLODE THEM, THE HARDEST PART IS YET TO COME, THE DAY WHEN IT WILL BE TO LATE
WHEN SURVEILLANCE IS ABSOLUTE, AND OUR NAMES ARE BAR-CODES
EVERYTHING WILL MOVE FASTER AND FASTER, 'CAUSE FOR THEM TIME IS MONEY
SO WE WILL FORGET TO LIVE, IT'S HEARTBREAKING
IN US, AN EMPTINESS FORMS, THAT NOTHING WILL FILL
'CAUSE SHADOW WILL SEIZE OUR WORLD, BUT WE BELIEVE (THAT WHAT WE SEE?)
(WHERE?) WHAT WE REALLY WANT WILL LET US SEE, SO YEAH, WE ARE BLIND
IT GIVES ME A STOMACH ACHE BUT LOOK, EVEN OUR SOULS (BUG?) DEEP WITHIN US IT'S AGONY
SURRENDER TO OUR FAITE, WE FORGET THAT LIFE IS MOTION!
THAT FORCE (POWER) ISSUES AN IDEAL OR WILL
TRANSCEND ALL ESTABLISHED PATTERNS
THE BARRIERS ARE IN OUR SKULLS (HEAD), WE ALONE HAVE THE POWER
THE (TURN?) LIBERATES ITSELF LETING OUR HEARTS MOVE
TOO WORN ON THE OUTSIDE, AND POWER OF DESIRE TO BE LIKE EVERYONE ELSE
LITTLE ARE SOMEONE, IN THE END
ONE BECOMES WHAT WE SHOW HIM, INSTEAD OF BEING WHAT HE IS
YET THIS WAY OF LIFE HURTS, BUT WE LET OURSELVES GET BUMPED
WE SUFFER A WORLD THAT EXCEEDS US
AND THAT FOLDS US ON OURSELVES, LEAVING TRACES IN US
SO I CLOSE MY EYES IN ORDER TO FEEL THE LIGHT
IN ORDER TO MAKE THE EMPTINESS IN ME, BECOME HAPPINESS

BECAUSE CHANGING THE WORLD BEGINS WITH CHANGING ONESELF!

Submitted by arcron20 on Sun, 08/04/2012 - 23:20
Author's comments:

Word for word translation with some comprehension alteration

Original:
thanked 3 times
Guests thanked 3 times
French

Entre les lignes: Clouée au sol

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