Red Suburbs
Let the Masks Fall
Cradoque's Band
You the deceiver of the outskirts
And for whom apathy is the worst enemy,
br/>You got yourself into trouble looking for adventure,
Where you shouldn't, in insecure places
The power, the money , an unhealthy relationship
Like a curse, rather the color of hatred
And you were trapped by tailor-made traitors
And in this dull universe, you are losing yourself quickly
On your shoulders your future rather heavy with threats
You feel the weight of the crime, this idea worries you...
A maximum of fall for all utopias
But it’s still those who struggle who remain the least rotten
Since what your little one, you know this neighborhood
So when night falls, the ball will begin
A very brutal response for legitimate revenge
A total sentence and lives lost removes...
Because the wind was sown, the storm will be reaped
Oh how sweet is revenge when hatred drives you...
An act of revenge like a bad joke
A settling of scores in the shadow of the wastelands
When the simple thug takes his revenge with a knife,
We find the shattered skull of a corpse in the gutter
A stupid story that ends pretty badly
With a start like that, it could only be fatal
A nightmare in plastic bags of trash,
Cement full of boots and holes in the brains...
Because the wind was sown, the storm will be reaped
Oh how revenge is sweet when hatred pushes you...

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