1. |
Everything's so Wrong
00:29
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2. |
So Milgram knew it
03:58
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Things have been created so they can be changed,
Things have been created so they can be moved,
Nothing is true except your intimate conviction
That the world you are given is fake.
Cheap holidays in other people's misery,
Rules fall down, they bank on your apathy,
They bank on your ignorance,
They bank you'll remain quiet.
Don't live as an object
But as a part of history,
Things depend on your acts,
Things can be abolished.
On ashes anything is possible,
(They) aim at nothing but cash against chaos.
Our landscape still cries out misery.
And so you want a revolution,
But you should start with building your own,
And forget everything about this marhsmallow's world.
I'm nothing but I should be everything,
They go from a job they hate to a screen
Where others lead a better life
Than the one they could ever get.
I'm nothing and you are everything,
The world rotates on rules based on a fraud
Which are so total and venal
That they deserved to be destroyed,
Erased from people's memory.
They still bank on your apathy,
They bank on your ignorance,
They bank you'll remain quiet.
On ashes anything is possible,
(They) aim at nothing but cash against chaos.
Our landscape still cries out misery.
And so you want a revolution,
But you should start with building your own,
And forget everything about this marhsmallow's world.
And you should make this world a better place,
We'll follow you.
Forget about the things you'll have to face,
We'll follow you.
Fighting all alone, won't make things change.
And so you want a revolution,
But you should start with building your own,
And forget everything about this marhsmallow's world.
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3. |
I Refuse All Qualms
03:40
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War is blind, Do people remind sometimes?
There the wind smells like blood and honey.
Fuck resolution, there is no solution.
Fuck-news runs your life, come on yeah just do me.
Dead on arrival at the so-called hospital.
The final count down is swtiched on for Sammy.
Fuck resolution, there is no solution.
The situation is at its lost, they own me.
Life is a daily fight
Even during the night,
Even for the US knight.
He gets all rights, He takes all wrong
No qualm for one more Vietnam?
Not in my name!
War is blind, Do people remind sometimes?
There nobody can escape the fury
Fuck resolution, there is no solution.
Forget your own life, come on yeah just do me.
"Unity is what we got, Liberty is all we need",
These words ain't yours but the ones from Sammy.
Fuck resolution, there is no solution.
The situation is getting worse, they own me.
Life is a daily fight
Even during the night,
Even for the US knight.
He gets all rights, He takes all wrong
No qualm for one more Vietnam?
Not in my name!
There is no happy end, (there’s) always a dirty dead-end.
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4. |
The Legacy of the Lie
04:24
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Your whole life you’re told that you can decide for yourself,
But one day, you just wake up and realize
The lie in which you lay,
Freedom is a lie.
A poll, a vote, will never change our society.
You live consciously in a slave system
And know the enemy controlling your mind.
Open the book and read,
Keep a low profile.
Democracy made a mistake in 1933.
They tell you what to think and what to do,
I don’t know why you trust them through
What they think and what they do.
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you.
They show you what to think and what to do,
I still hope you’ll change your mind through
What I think and what I do.
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you.
Mass propaganda occupies the field,
You decide to forget, sweet unconsciousness.
Do not think but consume,
Fill up your cart.
Will you ever wake up as a proud citizen?
Millions of casualties to impose their views,
Money is power and we got no money.
No worry about it,
That’s fake democracy.
Civil Disobedience should rule that society.
They tell you what to think and what to do,
I don’t know why you trust them through
What they think and what they do.
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you.
They show you what to think and what to do,
I still hope you will change your mind through
What I think and what I do.
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you.
Please someone, stop that comedy.
New rules for mental slavery.
This is no story.
Anaesthetize and occupy,
Power’s mechanism is smoothly built.
Deaden in opulence
(of) That sweet democracy
(you) Don’t even realize how much headsman are free.
You pay the price of your boredom,
Propaganda is a loaded weapon.
Hopeless piracy,
Cause this is a tyranny.
Kill the pain, and kill the chains, be their enemy.
They tell you what to think and what to do,
I don’t know why you trust them through
What they think and what they do.
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you.
They show you what to think and what to do,
I still hope you’ll change your mind through
What I think and what I do.
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you.
Please someone, stop that comedy.
New rules for mental slavery.
This is no story.
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5. |
59'99"
01:05
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You know, We know
What we are fighting for.
Run Run Run for your rights,
Raise your black gloved fists
In the bloody dark sky.
No shoes, just black socks,
Looking down the ground,
Facing down their eyes.
From China to Mexico
Respect the Human Rights.
From the Podium to freedom
Support the Human Fights,
And I’ll be gone.
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6. |
We, the People
03:09
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Give your faith to a whole life killing you
harrasment leads to exhaustion,
Using prevents you from thinking.
Release my liberty.
Your dreams are stereotyping your existence.
Propaganda is a non sense.
We are a guilty generation,
we’re loosing liberty.
Over and over and over, the same again,
lobotomize my mind.
We’re the modern slaves in motion.
Fade away.
Build up a life, escape from this nightmare.
Frustration instead of amusement.
They’re selling us agony.
Release my liberty.
It goes nowhere, ashamed of being fooled.
Deaden our nerves before breakdown.
We are a busted generation,
we’re loosing liberty.
Falling and falling and falling, the same again,
lobotomize my mind.
We’re the modern slaves in motion.
Fade away.
Empty hands but tough hearts
filled up with legitimacy.
IN-SUR-GEN-CY
We learn between the lines,
we recognize our enemies.
IS-VIC-TO-RY
Over and over and over, the same again,
lobotomize my mind.
We’re the modern slaves in motion.
Fade away.
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7. |
Skinocracy
02:40
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nobody's safe in front of the court that i set up to protect you.
you all live in a skinocracy: treat me of such if i do not abjure my practices.
despite the continous torrent of sadness.
despite the habit to see misfortune,
excluding pity.
treat me of such if i do not abjure my practices.
in a time when humanity should be human,
the tormented cries resonate in your mind.
when academicians praise the merits of the man,
you want tomorrow to be another yesterday
not tormented (bothered) by uncertainty.
nobody's safe in front of the court that i set up to protect you.
you all live in a skinocracy: treat me of such if i do not abjure my practices.
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we play the wrong music,
we use the wrong words,
we pledge for the wrong things
and we live in a wrong world.
there's no revolution anymore.
we pledge allegiance to their lies.
they feed our brains with mascarades.
these loaded guts are nothing until we
stand up for that prophecy.
i had the world on the phone,
i heard that everything went numb :
we are giving birth to death.
earthquake their minds.
i won't succeed alone,
i need people to follow.
we are giving birth to death.
eartquake their minds.
where is that ketamine ?
i really need some pills.
i would die for some non sense
but realize i am filled.
there is need to keep the hope alive,
the revolt is mute and it's gone.
they feed our minds with one last shot.
these loaded guts are nothing until we
wake up from that litany.
i had the world on the phone,
i heard that everything went numb :
we are giving birth to death.
earthquake their minds.
i won't succeed alone,
i need people to follow.
we are giving birth to death.
eartquake their minds.
we must give another chance,
we keep it as a claim.
we can't let it go on
cause we would be to blame.
there's no reaction from anyone
for what has been done and is done.
they feed our souls with a black out.
these loaded guts are nothing until we
wake up from that litany.
i had the world on the phone,
i heard that everything went numb :
we are giving birth to death.
earthquake their minds.
i won't succeed alone,
i need people to follow.
we are giving birth to death.
eartquake their minds.
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9. |
We rise up and we say no
02:55
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this time you know
there's no chance to make them change their mind,
so you choose to protest
and demonstrate,
you use some gasoline.
step back, fight back,
no need to worry 'bout the
strike back, it's back,
so they remember what you did last night,
and now they're about to see
they get you
wrong, tell me if these people are
wrong, tell me if these people are
wrong, tell me if these people are
wrong, tell me if these people are
wrong
this time you know
they're not gonna let you change their mind,
so you choose to gather
and remember,
you know your family.
fists high, try out,
no need to worry about the
shouts out, they're back.
so they remember what you did last night,
and now they're about to think
that you're not
wrong, tell me if these people are
...
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10. |
Mesmerize the Masses
02:34
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There’s a glimpse of hope in a silly existence,
we just have to find a way.
We’re waking up knowing the future is in our hands,
we just have to find a way to reach it.
Some say there’s no hope and we should accept what they say.
We must give it another chance.
We say insurgency is alive,
we are building up a new world.
And we’re nothing, we go nowhere, we stay in line.
The power belongs to the street.
We are everything, we go somewhere, we won’t stay in line.
The power belongs to the street.
There’s a glimpse of fear in a silly existence,
we just have to find the way
not to give up, knowing we can’t admit defeat.
We just need to get the strength to do it.
Some say there’s no need to challenge them on what they say.
We must follow their path.
We say the will is deep in our mind,
we are building up a new world.
And we’re nothing, we go nowhere, we stay in line.
The power belongs to the street.
We are everything, we go somewhere, we won’t stay in line.
The power belongs to the street
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11. |
Going to the Court
03:25
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Claire woke up this morning
willing to fulfill her dream,
the husband she cares about
and the baby she cherishes.
She lives in a nice flat
for 20,000 bucks furnished.
She makes enough money everyday
to give some of it to the priest.
Kenny is living day by day
trying not to being killed,
incorporated by force
in that famous army.
So he slept every night
thinking of his beloved family,
praying for being back home at christmas,
that's one of his dreams.
Afraid of being guilty
afraid of what would be said
cause that would make no sense.
Afraid of loosing dignity
afraid of what would be said
cause that would make no sense.
Casey wanders at night
for a one shot of cocaïne.
She has no money to fullfill
the d-tox she would need.
She lives of roberies
hoping she won't get caught.
she doesn’t find any help
in the gloomy streets.
Chrisi slept outside
on a dirty couch,
being kicked out from her house
because she was becoming two.
So she sells her attributes
to some males she disapproves.
She can't afford both food and medicine.
What a pity, that’s not a dream.
Afraid of being guilty
afraid of what would be said
cause that would make no sense.
Afraid of loosing dignity
afraid of what would be said
cause that would make no sense.
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12. |
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Wake up.
Hey, hey, watch for your steps,
There's nowhere safe for you to hide away
'Cause no one will be there when you'll fall down.
Hey, hey, clean up that mess,
There's nowhere safe for you to fly away
'Cause no one will be there to help you.
Free yourself from those chains,
This time there's nothing left
'Cause it will be too late.
We're gonna die, we're gonna die.
Awakeness is a non sense
If conscience fades away.
There will be no chance.
We're gonna die, we're gonna die.
Hey, hey, wake up today,
There's nowhere safe for you to breathe away
'Cause everyone will think you are insane.
Hey, hey, no need to pray,
There's nowhere safe for you to run away
'Cause everyone will feel you blame them.
Free yourself from those chains,
This time there's nothing left
'Cause it will be too late.
We're gonna die, we're gonna die.
Awakeness is a non sense
If conscience fades away.
There will be no chance.
We're gonna die, we're gonna die.
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13. |
And the World Collapses
05:29
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of what society is about today,
having learned by heart the lies they told me,
believing that life was that easy.
"never look back to the ones you turned away, (ou bien left behind)
follow the role models cause they know the way,
climb the ladder, do it better this is the way,
think for yourself is your new priority".
"feeling lonely will never make you go on.
there's no friend, no unity, so be on your own.
you can search for a shelter but that's too late
cause life is definitely not what you expect".
someone is knocking on the door of my conscience,
should i open or let it closed by indifference.
i don't want to run that race
of being the 1st, this is so fake
you're telling me that i should be
someone i dont wanna be
and i will surely never agree
with someone i will never be.
i will never be, i will never be,
this is so fake.
lying all the time, staying here
alone with that pain.
so i grew up with the idea of being different
from what this world is all about, being innocent.
i realized that i have been mistaken:
humanity is on the way to self destruction.
you should wake up, make up your mind and make a change,
this is probably one of your last chances (ou bien this is probably your last chance)
before selfishness rules this world,
the clap ends, this is so fake
you're telling me that i should be
someone i dont wanna be
and i will surely never agree
with someone i will never be.
i will never be, i will never be.
there's something wrong with it, i will never see.
i will never be, i will never be.
there's something wrong with it and i will never be.
i will never be, i will never be.
there's something wrong with it, i will never see.
i will never be, i will never be.
there's something wrong with it and i will never be.
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14. |
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02:00
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15. |
D/E/A/D
02:17
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Here's the jury, I realize the masquerade,
They know the verdict as much as I do:
Too poor to be defended with dignity.
I’m the perfect scapegoat of society.
My lawyer is not working on my case
But on his reputation, I’d better hope.
They hate my face, (they) do not consider
Evidence is found everywhere, darkness is in the air.
On (the) death row.
15 years I’ve been stuck in jail,
For 15 years I’ve been waiting for the d-day.
Maybe tomorrow I’ll be facing my deeds,
I’ll be reading in their eyes sadness and hatred.
Convinced deep inside I was a murderer
But struggling to show I wasn’t guilty.
These right men they do not care,
Obviously they must find someone to blame.
On (the) death row.
Eventually they're gonna have what they want,
But does this legal murder make them feel better?
On (the) death row.
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