[The Makizar:]
Since the age of the cradle believer*
I admit that once I believed
That we implore Christ at the foot of our beds
With a Bible< br/>That we were all identical and conquered by the same ethics
But the world being immense
Although identical, God was not unique
His existence was indeed the same under others titles
Clowns had to exchange their faith for money
And others exchanged theirs in the science lab
Hoping one day to compete with the unique
Dark and pathetic, the craziest claim it
Freeing us from the evil committed with the atomic bomb
It's comical but a little more tragic than in the comics
There is so much excess and a whole people who 'we never stop indexing
This is how we suffocate ourselves with intoxication in our galaxy
Access to the ignorance of Man for decades
[Chorus ( 4x): ~The Makizar & Parental~]
We no longer believe in anything, we only swear by the short of costs
Lost in the big leagues we translate disgust into the language of blows
[Parental:]
School gives us keys that don't open any locks
Teaches us to keep quiet and that a life without resentment is hard...
Fed up with to see hope rife, but to ignore it is worse!
To ignore it is to live in the dark, lost in the desert is to abandon one's provisions
Tying up our fathers to avoid a quite strong reaction, that's what they delighted in doing
But in the long term it's impossible for us to close it even on the ground
Eaten from the inside, it's our ills that we give to mater
It must be said that there is material to talk about, paving stones to move and spiral blocks that make us levitate
The menu seemed simple: chart your path and know how to remain humble
But deprive of weapons, we are like the Amazon deprived of trees
Caught in the branches of the past we paid the price in tears
I am afraid of them and of the lack but they govern our lives and I know it desperately
Don't tell me you don't understand because I would know you're lying
[Chorus (4x): ~Parental & Lex~]
We no longer believe in nothing swears that by the short of costs
Lost in the big leagues we translate disgust into the language of blows
[Lex:]
Discourses rush into the void left by our silences
I write between the lines, a wounded spirit that contaminates freelance
They think that the stress is crumbling but their hope is fading
Look for a solution in their effigy on a coin because power is enough
And in this game of heads or tails I bet on the edge
Protect your abs if you like but they aim for the temple, aim for the temper
Let them put us in selling us the wait...
Gathering of anonymous melancholics or mass for cathodic pilgrims:
Choose your camps!
Long time since the kids spat out the host and bit into the breast
From their mother, the nerves give out and bury the ax irritates
The mass generates so little reference that now the dream is necessary
The spectator is homeless because the spectacle is everywhere
Scattered by keys and not torpedoed by everyone because most rely on it. Nothing is clarified
Every thing refers to too many signs to understand the issues of this era
Since it is new technologies which have fixed the field of vision
Maybe tomorrow we will not even be seen peeing anymore...
In the meantime, sip the remains of the world, it's fun, long live homicides!
You can step over the cattle while staying at home, but be careful
Because the pixel doesn't go into detail
It's not a mood swing or even a rumor
Beliefs evolve and shift values u200bu200bwith them
And like here we even gets yelled at for the song
Maybe we'll come to that day when someone will kill in his name...

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