Caligula

CALIGULA [Intro — metallic percussion, distant synth] I wanted the moon. I wanted an answer. I wanted everything. Caligula. [Verse 1] You died And suddenly the world was wrong The sun came up But it didn't belong I looked for meaning Inside the empty room I called your name Nothing answered Nothing answered. So grief became a question The question became a knife [Pre-Chorus] Je voulais la lune I wanted the impossible Ich wollte eine Antwort But nobody answered me [Chorus] CALIGULA Grief becomes rage CALIGULA Rage becomes fire CALIGULA Fire becomes destruction CALIGULA Destruction becomes me CALIGULA [Verse 2] I gave them reasons I gave them names I showed them where to find me I taught them how to hate I opened every door I left the knife outside I waited for the footsteps I knew they would arrive You cannot destroy Without becoming destroyed You cannot destroy Without becoming destroyed. [Pre-Chorus] Le monde est sans réponse The world has no answer Alors je répondrai Then I will answer With fire. [Chorus] CALIGULA Grief becomes rage CALIGULA Rage becomes fire CALIGULA Fire becomes destruction CALIGULA Destruction consumes me CALIGULA [Post-Chorus — instrumental] [Metallic hits.] [Guitar cuts.] [Bass continues.] Belle, almost spoken: I gave them the weapon. [CLANG!!!] I showed them how. [CLANG.] I asked them to come. [CLANG.] And then I blamed them. [Bridge — stripped back, raw guitar melody] Grief. Rage. Destruction. Me. Grief becomes rage. Rage becomes destruction. Destruction consumes the one who began it. Je me détruis. I destroy myself. [Instrumental Break] [The guitar becomes increasingly frantic.] [Drums become mechanical and relentless.] [vocals repeats, increasingly detached:] I wanted the moon. I wanted the moon. I wanted the moon. [Then suddenly:] I GOT THE MOON. Everything stops. [Final Chorus] CALIGULA Grief became rage CALIGULA Rage became fire CALIGULA Fire became destruction CALIGULA Destruction became me CALIGULA Who destroyed who? CALIGULA Who destroyed who? CALIGULA [Outro — instruments falling away] Grief. Rage. Destruction. Me. Silence. One cannot destroy without destroying oneself. Je ne regrette rien. No. I regret everything.