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I like when sheets dribble
when the groove is deep
Arrogance of the sound
which comes from deep in the cellar...
Some scars, and a few books as luggage
I'm hungry, I already told you
I've come to force the barrier
Not here to serve you
some soup with a ladle
Hey, uncle, why do you choke
when I open my mouth ?
Well, get off
You identified the style
that hits the bull's eye.
When vandals redeploy
traitors lie down.
Light the fuse
of an hereditary dynamite,
I am that chronicler
who doesn't fit their standarts,
I watch where I set foot in
paranoid, I got my markers
submitting is out of question
when the net is tightening.
I'm waiting for the sabotage
I want the machine to seize up
The unexpected, that twist of fate
to send it off the road
I want to skim the fat off the pig
then straighten up the backbone
reverse the trend
and see fear change sides.
Urgent, shout!
Urgent, shout!
Outside, everything's so still
It gives me the chills
Disconcerting, how easily
roosters can muzzle the crowd
a few crumbs
and they peck about, they coo
they live locked up, quiet
like a mussel.
The dog inside me
should stop growling
he should crawl and lie down
paralized with fear
of getting beaten up.
He should sit up and beg
for a lump of sugar,
give his paw when asked
not baring his teeth.
Error of formating
mine rejects the training
all they can see down in his eyes
is a bad omen
like a strange mixture
an heretic mixture
down in his eyes
only anger, in raging weather.
I'm waiting for sabotage,
I want the machine to seize up
The unexpected, that twist of fate,
to send it off the road
I want to skim the fat off the pig
then straighten up the backbone
reverse the trend
and see fear change sides.
Urgent, shout!
Urgent, shout!
Yes urgent, shout
free the words
burst out of the silence like an abscess
find an echo
Let madness burst out
ignore the bait
go right to the opposite
listen to the words of the uproar.
Red alert!
For blue's getting me sick...
a deep and dense red
accordingly to the bullying.
Red alert!
For pink is far too drab
red, like the color
of theaters and barricades.
For if they knew
what I think of their instructions
of their *** us up
upside down and back to front
their ending will be our starting
not surprising we're on bad terms.
I spit my scathing attacks of prole
and disappear after the kick-off.
I'm waiting for sabotage,
I want the machine to seize up
The unexpected, that twist of fate,
to send it off the road
I want to skim the fat off the pig
then straighten up the backbone
reverse the trend
and see fear change sides.
Urgent, shout!
Urgent, shout!
Listen to the words of the uproar
It's necessary to remind
constantly
to the chief
s/he's much less of a chief
than s/he thinks
and that
the last word belongs to the people.