In absence of listening wise advice given by the ancients, years passing by and everything is getting dirty.
So much lost traditions but without being a nostalgic scum? End of every f****** thing.
Even if I'm a lunatic.
Some bullshit is hard to swallow, those lines to point out the beginning of the end of a cycle;
Hand craft designed, the man created the good for evil.
That's where it starts, brother, in our dangerous rise which drives us
From laughter to tears, stop imitating the weak, time to break new ground
Into positive creation of the ancients, doubtful behind piles of machines,
Soulless scrap heaps, killing us.
Hey bosses, stop applying the law "I do what I want when I want"
By holding our hand everyday like an hypocrite and pull down our arms into hell the next day, and we'll b*** the entreprise's dust.
That's how it is, you'd better not ignore it kids, and generations to come.
Here we suffocate, everywhere we go, by facing pressure and any form of repression. That's how it is, everything clogged, like our vitel gasoline dixit oxygen, too hurted, too contaminated to be loved so f*** it all !
Nothing is encouraging to straighten too many critical situations at degree zero on our independent sphere.
Enough, sum up, it takes too many hours of script, you only have to take a look around to get indifferent you know.
So much lost traditions but without being a nostalgic scum? End of every f****** thing.
Even if I'm a lunatic.
Some bullshit is hard to swallow, those lines to point out the beginning of the end of a cycle;
Hand craft designed, the man created the good for evil.
That's where it starts, brother, in our dangerous rise which drives us
From laughter to tears, stop imitating the weak, time to break new ground
Into positive creation of the ancients, doubtful behind piles of machines,
Soulless scrap heaps, killing us.
Hey bosses, stop applying the law "I do what I want when I want"
By holding our hand everyday like an hypocrite and pull down our arms into hell the next day, and we'll b*** the entreprise's dust.
That's how it is, you'd better not ignore it kids, and generations to come.
Here we suffocate, everywhere we go, by facing pressure and any form of repression. That's how it is, everything clogged, like our vitel gasoline dixit oxygen, too hurted, too contaminated to be loved so f*** it all !
Nothing is encouraging to straighten too many critical situations at degree zero on our independent sphere.
Enough, sum up, it takes too many hours of script, you only have to take a look around to get indifferent you know.