SUPRASENSUAL CONFESSIONS...

Shine like a shooting star
It is the adventure that attemps
And then this strange power
Who slipped in their eyes
Live faster than others
Having a foot in the future
Living dream are ours
And obey nature
Because nothing lasts...really
Like a candle of wax...

But the Lady of wax
Do not need armor
In Orly's stages
Dreams are easy
And her nights of vinyl
Are pasted on the walls
But nothing is out of control
And the people applaus
The show of the Lady of wax

Bizarre ideas vibrates to the music rythms
Some of them loves her,
some of others jealous her
She lets them establish new cults
And be forgotten forever
But since nothing lasts...really
Like the burn of a candle wax...

Strange ideas, dreams and words,
vibrate to the Goddess rythm
Rulling the pain, teasing her slave
She dances under the spotlights
Smiling above all the eyes turned towards her
The flame of underground in her heart
Like the light of a candle wax...

TRIBUTE TO LADY DIKLESS