| From the roof of this world I conceive my aversion | |
| Surrounded by the earthly defuncts | |
| Spinning round, they massively push me on | |
| Like vultures at their carrion | |
| To become one of the perpetrators of the extinction | |
| "Enjoy in your last hours | |
| Your mediocre lives, without clearly heeding | |
| The minds soaring upon you" | |
| And this, and I vomit the Damocles' hatred | |
| Amputating the Earth's matricide biped | |
| From the roof of this world, I revel in staring at your unconcern | |
| Spinning round with the earthly defuncts... | |
| I become the perpetrator of extinction | |
| They massively push me on and I speed up the process | |
| I thereby proclaim abortion | |
| Human will drown himself, just released from his mother's placenta | |
| Always more formatted, always more similar | |
| Du toit du monde je me delecte | |
| Tournoyant autours de la charogne | |
| Du bipede matricide | |
| Devenu lui-meme auteur de son extinction |