Misanthrope - 2666 Lyrics
Oh friendless comrades of hateI cannot maintain our covenantSetting death to our poetic playThose smooth tunes of bizarre sadnessA phoenix tear is fallingDown upon our vain dustOn your knees I'm prostrate with griefI'm the stake and the crossNot been enough strong to get over the stepProof of defeat suffering, eternally guilty of failuresThe theater bizarre's curtain half openAn expending branchAlceste Moliere's principal characterIs lost through timeIn the immense cosmos daedalusForever tormented with sorrow and suicide desireAlceste, the principal heroIs lost through time in the cosmosEternally reclused in the grief of his retirementA thousand years of nothingness2666 Future futile...To save our reason's mindMoliere will drop his utopistInto the limb of an elsewhereTeleportate a century after his ultimate separateLove-seeking with the othersA projected vagabond in a new form of worldA similar surrounding is offeredFinding away all the humanistAlceste discovers his inner hateAnd the future of the humain race666 years after our eraAs a timeless fortune tellerHe will set in motion Celimene's pulsionsAnd will make of 2666 the decadenceOf an horrible futility to liveAnd even less to love
