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tell me when hearts became empty shells,
in those we can hear elders laugh.
too many path, too much affection
to take the good one, to believe in truth.
Who’s to blame, when there is nothing left ?
but the remains of remains,
Survey streets for survey hearts.
Alone among all.
like last Sparrow, we survived to morbid worry, by running from cloud to cloud.
The sea goes up and now tide nibbles cities, taking roots for a last leak.
« life as a lottery in which nothing must be bet. »
but when they come to expect, milk teeth in wet embers,
fear speak in their name.
what they don't, that's all we have.
what they preach, that's all we hush.
feeding fire rather than idolizing embers
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There’s this face that I wear
To cover the fact I’m not scared
But it’s slowly fading away
I can feel it tearing me apart
There’s no point for me to be here
Just waiting to have my back against the wall
With no choices left but to give in
Embracing the fact that I hate myself
And yet here I am
It’s crushing me inside
And it’s just different in the same way
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Satanic reign nowadays
Just a trend, with no aim
Reversed cross and black clothes
6666 = son of a bitch
A teenage war and yet no scars
No evil change has been seen
Superior Evil
Satan's rising in the street
Black pavement, unholy feet
Lucifer sells but no recruits
Baphomets, pentagrams
Your evil merch is a scam
In league with satan just a joke
Superior Evil
Superior Evil
I can see you in the dark
Acting cool and yet no cruel
Superior Evil
Branded by death
We are legion
Rats crawling
Satan's army
No wannabe
A firestorm
To purify
Superior Evil
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Vessels from hell spilling their guts
They should drown in their own shit
Abyssal grave
Our future is fucked
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Catisfaction - Black eye
01:56
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Choose not to care
Choose not to dare
or to inspire
'cause you have to stay in line
Choose not to spare - I will scratch your head off
Choose not to quiet - I will scratch your head off
or to comply - I will scratch your head off
you have to decline - I will scratch your head off
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Get your boyfriend a black eye
And please bite the hand that feeds
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Choose not to bail
Choose not to settle
or to go blind
you don't want to feel obliged
Choose not to smile - I will scratch your head off
Choose not to brag - I will scratch your head off
don't you be tight - I will scratch your head off
you have to relapse - I will scratch your head off
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I don’t know what weird twist of fate brought your ass back into my life. Were you watching the paint run dry among all the woes of the world? Never ending sense of disgrace.
Like a decayed tooth waiting to fall. Listen to the crack of the bat. All the naked and shameful things let me imagine happiness.
Still when you start to write a book, you know all the pages will burn. When the best isn’t good enough. Never been so close to the end. Overwhelming sense of regret.
Like a decayed tooth waiting to fall. Listen to the crack of the bat. All the naked and shameful things let me imagine happiness.
Black hole of bliss. Smiling despair. Days like this let you savor a bad mood. Why do fireflies have to die so soon?
Like a decayed tooth waiting to fall. Listen to the crack of the bat. All the naked and shameful things let me imagine happiness.
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Rêves d’ailleurs
Des briques aux cent couleurs
Une ville de friche ivre de fête
Pour les mêmes têtes
Tu bois pour oublier
Que c’est la rage qui est sous tes fenêtres
Zoner l’espace
Graver que c’est partout chez nous
Former des traces
Chercher la méthode
Trouver la place
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DREAMS OF ELSEWHERE
Dreams of elsewhere
Bricks of a hundred colours
A city of wastelands drunk on celebration
Always the same faces
You drink to forget rage is around
Taking the space
Engraving that home is everywhere
Leaving traces
Looking for a way
To find a place
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"L'homme s'est créé ses propres barrières qui aujourd'hui empêchent l'avènement des jours heureux"
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Glaner l'indispensable ; les corps meurtris
Et les âmes.
L'esprit hagard ; le souffle saccadé
Et les âmes.
Le pas faible ; mais l'envie d'en finir
Et les âmes.
Les âmes accumulées
Plus fortes qu'un seul être
Et les âmes.
Prôner l'échange
Puiser dans les espoirs
Bénéficier du doute, de l'envie
D'y croire, d'en profiter
Ces cœurs séchés
Nous surveillent
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I often wonder why this world is sinking
Like a drunk ship full of shitheads
Ch : And My dear Country, so proud (X2)
It sucks our blood until the last breath
And the misfits are left for dead
Greedy bastards with Wealth obsession
Corrupted kings who breed chaos
With their (too) cold hands to share it
We are the only ones to pay the price
Abandon, Misery, rejection !!!
We work like dogs to earn matches,
Hearing Elite declare “All is Great here !”
Hahaha Are you kidding me ?
Refugees come here ‘cos the grass is green ?
Dying on boats like Rotten fishes,
Landing on Hostile nations
Ch : And my dear Country, so proud
So much efforts to end in a box
Without feeling like to achieve something
Compare to ants among giants
Our pain is useless, our name an anecdote
I will die for you, fucking damned Misery !!
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Quand c'est fatigant
D'avoir l'air heureux de faire semblant
D'apprécier chaque seconde à mes cotés,
A quoi ça sert d'écarter l'agonie qui m'attend
Si c'est pour vivre chaque jour comme le précédent,
Mais face à cette dernière sommation
Rester seul avec ces démons
Qui voulaient rester des enfants
Alors on souffre en s'amusant
Mais c'est trop tard
Le feu qui brûlait dans mon regard
S'est éteint, laissant place à des tas de cendres,
S'assassiner, sculpter sa peau de trous, de tranchées,
Façonner le corps qu'on va laisser
C'était la dernière sommation
J'ai laissé tous ces vieux démons
Qui voulaient rester des enfants
Alors on souffre en s'amusant..
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Regarder les gens s'aimer
Ne pas voir tout ce que j'ai
Regarder les gens s'aimer
Se rappeler quand c'était moi
Regarder les gens s'aimer
Se demander ce que j'ai fait
Regarder les gens s'aimer
Et m'oublier
Regarder les gens s'aimer
Et vivre
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Mary bell - Gretchen
02:27
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Gretchen got a gun for Christmas
Actually, it's not really like that but the result is the same.
She went to a party and met a guy there, they fell in love instantly
In a whirlwind of flowers & hearts & all you only see at the movies
Gretchen got a butcher's knife for her birthday
But, no, it's not really like that... She pulled out of all her projects
to move in a flat with her new boyfriend
They got carried away & bought a car & a dog & a brand new tv set
Gretchen's got a gun, Gretchen's got a knife
Gretchen's got razors, but it's not like that...
Gretchen got a razorblade for Valentine's day
Except it's not really like that... She fell down the stairs one day
And all her friends & family were standing by her bed
Her boyfriend the closest, hiding the little bloodspots on his hands
Do you get it now ? Do you get it ?
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I've made my bed
I took my time
I walked off to the nearest light
I walked off to the nearest bar and smashed my face onto the ground
I dive head first into the night
The fear has died
The fear has died
If you save the world
I'll dive in it
If you save the world
I'll dive in it
I'll dive head first
I sleep with on eye open
I let the drugs take over
I lay awake so often
I let the ghost take over
I lay awake
In a bed of light
I sleep with one eye open
I let the ghost take over
Here's to my dearest lover
The one I won't remember
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Metrö - Metro
02:29
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Baisse les yeux
Toujours pas d'attaque pour parler
Joue le jeu
Du néant de nos regards croisés
Prends ta place
Et ton écran pour mieux s'dérober
T'inquiètes pas
C'est la même dans tout le tromé
On programme nous-mêmes nos réveils
On passe nos paliers pour pointer
Les couloirs se remplissent à vue d’œil
On est beaucoup mais, on est tout seul
Les sièges aussi froids qu'les malaises
Fallait il vraiment se lever
Quelques dialogues sans intérêts
Pour un silence complet
Baisse les yeux
Toujours pas d'attaque pour parler
Joue le jeu
Du néant de nos regards croisés
Prends ta place
Et ton écran pour mieux se dérober
T'inquiètes pas
C'est la même dans tout le tromé
Bienvenue dans le métro
Sors de la rame sans aucun mot
Retiens tes larmes et ton ego
Bienvenue dans le métro !!
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Tranche leur la tête/ massacre les comme des bêtes/ Aurélia/ Tranche leur l’urètre/ égorge les comme des traitres/ Valeria/ tranche leur la bite/ décapite les comme des truites/ écoute le son du sistre/ regarde le sang qui gicle/ à coup de labrys/ à coup d'uzi/ valkyrie coquine/ au milieu des loups/ des karasu/ toujours debout/ sectionne leur sexe au scramasaxe/ brise leurs bourses au burin/ en valkyrie d'argent/ occire les squamatas/ détruire les mâles alpha/ d'un coup de makhaira/ en bikini doré/ étrangler les limaces/ saigner les phallocrates/ nue sous ma cataphracte.
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Recréer l'envie.
Redessiner l'espace.
Combler les failles dans les murs dehors.
A base de colle, de peinture et de papiers.
On réinvente la ville à base d'alcool et d'insomnie.
On prend le contrôle de nos vies.
On erre dans les rues de nos villes.
Fuir l'apathie, fuir la haine.
Donner envie d'autre chose ensemble.
Mais pas à n'importe quel prix, pas avec n'importe qui.
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Radical kitten - Wrong !
01:57
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Girl why don't you dance ?
why don't you smile ?
Nice and submissive
That's what they said
I don't give a shit !
Don't give a fuck !
I don't wanna talk
to Mr officer or Mr policeman
is walking side by side
my enemies !
There's something wrong with him !
there's something wrong with him !
In this time we get ruff we get tuff
there is something something wrong with him !
nowadays you're getting nervous we're getting tuff
There is something something wrong !
Your silence your violence
your silence our violence
let's get this over with...
shut-shut-shut down !
There's something wrong with it !
There's something wrong with him !
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Tu craches sur ta ville que tu ne reconnais plus
Tu marches sur les traces d'un paradis perdu
Tu vomis tes amis tu ne les comprends plus
Reste des souvenirs d'une époque révolue
Du poison dans les veines
Substitut à l'enfer
Tu rumines ce passé qui pollue tes pensées
Terminé ces soirées tout le monde a déserté
Éreinté par la vie hanté par les regrets
Tu cherches une raison de ne pas basculer
Du poison dans les veines
Substitut à l'enfer
Tu traînes dans les rues à la dérive
T'es seul contre tous
Cette vie te pousse au suicide
Chaque jour un peu plus
Seul contre tous, t'es seul contre tous
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Verdun - The second sun
08:24
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Planets align high in the sky
Mars starving for a bloodshed
Harvest the sinners' heads
In children's blood they' ll drown
The atomic king wears his crown
Don't be affraid
There's no reason to scream
Just sit and wait
Here comes the final beam
My time has come
And i won't close my eyes
Under the light of the second sun
Scared for their bones
They think they' ll live again
But Gods turn them into torches
O Mother Earth
You are a nice coffin
Just sit and wait
Here comes the final beam
My time has come
And i won't close my eyes
Under the light of the second sun
Thousand of years
Erased in a second
Rivers of tears
Made an ocean of blood
Planets align
Red is the sky
Astral justice
Burning the ground
Apocalyptic wraith
From scientific faith
Mankind
Wiped out
My body is gone
But i am proud of my son
Child of the atom
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Vlaar - Contrat à vie
02:41
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Ta vie n'est pas gratuite.
Autant de contraintes comme factures.
Ta liberté en est le coût.
Le travail, la rançon de ton châtiment.
Ta conscience, l'amarrage de ta servitude.
Le travail, la rançon de ton châtiment.
Mon autonomie, mon exemption. Le travail, la rançon
Le travail, la rançon de ton châtiment
Ma marginalité, ma délivrance. Le travail, la rançon
L'anomie brisera les fers de cette tyrannie.
La solidarité limitera les dommages irréparables de la note impérieuse.
Ta naissance, ta première facture. Le prix de ta vie
Ta mort, ton impudence. Ta mort
Ta naissance, ta première facture. Le prix de ta vie
Ta mort, ton impudence. Ta mort, ton impudence
Ma mort, mon impudence.
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Your life is not free. As many constraints as bills.
Your freedom is the price. Your work, the ransom of your castigation.
Your conscience ties you to your servitude.
My autonomy, my exemption. My difference, my deliverance.
Anomy will stop the tyranny. Solidarity will limit the irrepairable damages
of the imperious banknote.
Your birth, your first bill. The price of your life
You death, your arrogance. Your death
My death, my arrogance.
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Wormsand - Weedosaurus
05:54
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Is there still any kind of soul
Not prone to sit on the fence?
How many want to stir it up?
Not scared to rise against anyone
Existence
With no sense
Climb to the top of your mountain
Only to throw yourself off
While all your stems are burning down
You’re still dancing on your mother’s grave
Subsistence
With no sense
Suicide
Organized
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Ces rues froides
La nuit noire
Dans mes yeux
Cette banlieue
Vide et grise
Qui arrive
Me dévore
Carnivore
J'en ai peur (2x)
Les humains
Qui ont faim
De mon sang
De mon temps
Ils me guettent
Ils me jettent
Dans le gouffre
Ils me bouffent
Ces objets
Qui sont faits
Pour me prendre
Qui se tendent
Quand j'arrive
Quand je viens
Ils ont faim
Tout ce monde
Qui me sonde
M'écartellent
Me ficellent
M'atrophient
Me réduient
J'en ai peur (6x)
Peur, peur, peur, peur!
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