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Seventh day
02:03
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Can you feel this new thrill ?
This is life waking up
Let us hear this anthill
It's time to tune us up
Your soul start to seethe
Today you can breathe
(Inhales)
Now it's time to teethe
Do you feel what you
Do you get what you
Do you know what you
Do you love what you
So, what are you expecting now ?
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2. |
The magnificent seven
03:08
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Let me introduce myself,
I am Jane, Calamity
I'm searching for the true wealth,
So please, open sesame
Open sesame
For my big trip I choose, To never walk alone
A cholo on the loose, Searching gold on his own
Follow me in my quest, Then an amerindian
Looking for his bequest, Joins our expedition
Open, sesame
End my, poverty
Show me, the Holy
Way of, sanctuary
Searching for his princess, I find a little sprite
Some samurai aimless, Thirsting after real fight
Came to the adventure, A soldier on his knees
Protecting his bunker, Find in us his release
Searching for the
Grail
Wrighting old folk-
-Tale
(A) Knight templar join
(The) Expedition
The ultimate meeting, Leaves open our questions
Wealth is that kind of thing, Opposed to reflexions
Anyone had picked up, An object in his quest
We try to mix them up, Belief will make the rest
Open sesame
I feel it in me
My soul is brighter
Come here my treasure
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Leak, inside myself, deeply,
I splashed, without warning, parts of, something looking alike
Me, became oneself, lively
I had, a distorting, face-off, it's time for a childlike
Spree
Absolving my sins
I divide my skins
I need you dreadfully
You're my integrity
I mean to be
Grounded
Because I have been
Wicked
And now it's time for my second spawn
Shake, by the despair, and pain,
Anger, open my wings, to fly, to get my revenge and
Make, my own warfare, and reign,
Master, of my feelings, goodbye, old fucking maimed wasteland
Quake
Come on my black twins
Our last fight begins
We are bound fatefully
Let's find our unity
You mean to be
Grounded
Because you have been
Wicked
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4. |
Nihilistic
04:07
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Why do we mope ?
When will we halt ?
Where is our hope ?
What is our fault ?
You are dead yesterday
We're lost in the darkness
But faith still make me pray
I can't just stay aimless
Everywhere and nowhere
You're dissolved
Allowing all warfare
Unabsolved
Contempling my despair
In this world
Enjoying my nightmare
Netherworld
How can, I cope
Why do, I mope
Where is My ray of Hope
I can't Exalt
When will It halt
What is My fuckin' Fault
I don't need to touch you
I need to stop crying
I won't make a breakthrough
I'll try to stop grieving
Why did you desert us
Alone with the devil
On the cross but fearless
Your son's death was baleful
What is our god forsaken fault ?
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5. |
Fifty shots on grey
03:48
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One day I felt
Your grey Ent'ring
Within
Today Your belt
Airway Flaying
My skin
Your sway Has melt
Away Meeting
My hate
Your prey Has built
A stray Bullet
Bullet
Belt for me
Shot for thee
When I am gone, let happen what may
When I Saw you
Will die My heart
Restart
The sky Gets blue
Cause thy Murder
Was art
Feeling Beauty
Touching My gun's
Trigger
You've been Shaky
During Gunfire
Gunfire
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6. |
Faith is out there
03:27
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Faith is out there
I was chained up
My legs and neck fixed
Forced to face up
To some pictures bricked
Which turned up
On a wall of mist, on a wall of twist, on a wall unleashed
When I destroyed
My bonds and got up
I felt the void
Of this cover-up
And I enjoyed
To stand up straight and do a fucking checkup
Stretching my mind
I turned round my head
I saw aligned
A lot of dickhead
I left behind
The place aforesaid, I just went ahead, running overhead
Now I can see
The sky and the stars
Beyond the sea
Even beyond Mars
The pure idea
Took possession of me and my guitars
Faith is out there
Stars in the sky
And the law in me
Are not mayfly
Like fruits on a tree
They beautify
This world so shaky, this world so creapy, this world so freaky
There is no Man(n)
Here nor anywhere
Luc(ky) as he can
Who could be unfair
Enough to plan
To transform metal music in an horrible nightmare
In my cavern
You were the shadows
Rings of Saturn
Are just some scarecrows
Now I discern
I was a weirdo, my mind was narrow, I needed to grow
Musical tastes
It comes and it goes
Sometime the wastes
Seems virtuosos
But aftertastes
Stink like the polecat and go back to shallow
Experience without theory is blind, but theory without experience is mere intellectual play
Two things awe me most, the starry sky above me and the moral law within me
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7. |
Phoque ou biche
03:30
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Les ours blancs Sont méchants
Ils mangent tous les Phoques
Les chasseurs Sont des tueurs
Ils tirent toutes les Biches
Phoque ou biche
Dans La vie y'a Deux catégories
Chasseur ou Chassé
La mort est une farce
La camarde est une garce
Biche ou phoque
Univoque
La malchance
Est gravée dans votre chair
Phoque ou biche
Sont victimes
D'une violence
Ordinaire
Que l'on soit grand Ou qu'on soit petit
On ne peut y couper
Les chasseurs fracassent
Les chassés en pleine face
Phoque ou biche
Dans La vie y'a Deux catégories
Chasseur ou Chassé
La mort est une farce
La camarde est une garce
Bon c'est fini Est-ce que t'as compris
Le second Degré
Je suis une sale garce
Ma chanson est une farce
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Mother ? Yes daughter ? I want to kill myself when I realize I'm like you
Mother I was born To kill
You for all your scorn, I'm ill
To feel you ashamed
Of my life unclaimed
Life is a Gift of God
You taught me To refuse
Gifts given By strangers
That gift I Couldn't choose
Just to live
Without lie
Try(ing) to thrive
And forgive
What did you do to me :
Chose my life without me
All the children are Insane
Living in deep war And pain
Fighting for one thing
To make a living
Build oneself A good life
Is a critical task
Only bounded by strife
You need to Build your mask
Just to live
Without lie
Try(ing) to thrive
And forgive
What did your parents do :
Chose your life without you
Mother ? Yes daughter ? I want to kill you
Father… I want you…
...to show me the way…
How does your gun work ?
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9. |
1984
03:54
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I have a nightmare that one day
Peace will come from transparency
Choices will rhyme with slavery
Distraction will be our last strength
Exhaustion our only defense
This is our hopelessness, and this is the disbelief that I look back to the past with
We can't walk alone
We can't turn back
There's one way to keep a secret
You need to hide it from yourself
The only worth on the market :
Spy on thy neighboors as thyself
Big brother is watching you
Big Ogle is watching you
Let's go ogle !
You take control of the futur
If you control present and past
Futur comes down to this picture
A boot stamping on freedom cast
Big brother is watching you
Big Ogle is watching you
Don't cheat, you're on database
So smile, it won't be erased
Big brother is watching you
Big Ogle is watching you
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10. |
Burlesque triplets
03:25
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Si je possédais une grosse verge
Je défoncerais tous les tabous
Je résoudrais les vieilles gamberges
Si je possédais une grosse verge
Je labourerais mes jardins vierges
Je me l'enfoncerais jusqu'au bout
Si je possédais une grosse verge
Je défoncerais tous les tabous
I'll make an army
Against all blinds
A plea
For our behinds
Woman is the free
Future of man
The key
Of peace and freedom
One night, One fight, It's alright
Deathblow, Overflow, The show
With delight, That's quite, Alright
One blow, To sow, A scarecrow
And now you're mine
We must cultivate our garden
If I had an old-fashionned cock
I could beat the shit out of rules
I would drown every weatherclock
If I had an old-fashionned cock
I'd knock and I'd kncok and I'd knock
Just thinking (a)bout it, my body drools
If I had an old-fashionned cock
I could beat the shit out of rules
I feel my beeing
Burning inside
The spring
Blossoms my rind
I need one more thing
To be a bride
Growing
My womb and your mind
Just throw, I'll swallow, Your flow
Empty, Your honey, In me
The outflow, Is slow, Like snow
Happy, Carefree, You won't flee
And now you're mine
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11. |
Djentlewoman
03:24
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I could say
Djent is not a sound, not a style,
Just a passing fad, juvenile,
That it's been pissing me off for a while
But I don't
I could add djentmen, don't know how
To play guitar when, they're allowed
To improvise or to play a solo
But I don't
Cause I'm a djentlewoman
This is just farewell,
Not goodbye
I'll meet you in hell
Go to die
It's a storm in (a) tea-cup
I'm going off the rails
I need you to shut up
I'm going off the rails
I'm fed up with you
Please shut the fuck up
Djent is not a sound, not a style,
Just a passing fad, juvenile,
That it's been pissing me off for a while
I say that
I could add djentmen, don't know how
To play guitar when, they're allowed
To improvise or to play a solo
I say that
Go to die
I'll meet you in hell
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12. |
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Instrumental track
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Spasmophiliaque France
Chuck Shredinluc : One-man band.
Composition, writing, playing all instruments, recording, mixing, mastering.
Homemade metal from France !
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