Ruines humaines [English translation]

Half-conscious that an eye will soon eat away

At the other with an infectious stench,

Awoken by the stabbing pain,

A resigned body silently eliminates itself

At the core of the dead cities

Wander the faceless men,

Using their cancerous pores

Against the impassive crowd and the steely walls

An inferno of blood-drenched scrap iron

Where beings get lost and rot;

Identical parings we throw away and then replace,

Missed by nothing and no one

• Artist:Amesoeurs
• Album:Ruines humaines