We were born into blood-soaked cities of industry
Informed of the savagery
The infamy, barbarity of history
Controlled, contrived, and depressed
And attested, and stressed out and vexed
It’s a message we’ve been fed
So we could propagate their system
Of division, inhibition
Viciousness and contradiction
We were suckled on the milk that they soured
Told the future was ours
And then disembowelled and disempowered
We have been disgraced, deafened and deflowered
Our brains brutalized and our defiance devoured
And so now they’re shooting guns and robbing cats
And trying to claw a little
(...)
See, I always knew that we were here for more
Than wash the dishes, do the cooking
See, I’m here to speak for everyone
That never got a look in
You know, all the ones who ain’t good-looking
The ones who hate the crooked
Wicked nature of the system
For everyone who knows, fuck it
Just cause we can’t see the bars
Don’t mean we aren't imprisoned
— Sound of Rum, End Times (...)
C'est ça
C'est ça que je voulais te dire
Que je ne savais pas exprimer
Pas même penser
Car pas le temps
Pas la liberté
Pas l'envie
Pas le courage
Pas grand chose à dire
Enfin je croyais
C'est ça
Ça qui m'occupait
Qui me chargeait l'esprit
Qui inhibait mes actions
Qui me faisait sentir vide
Inconsistant
Inutile
Ça
C'est l'habitude
De ne plus rien avoir à te dire
De ne plus rien avoir à penser
À ressentir
À vouloir
À éprouver
C'est ça qui manque
Ça
Lancinant
Enivrant
Fatigant
Répétition inlassable
De ce que je voudrais dire
Mais ne sais plus exprimer
Ça
C'est le mot
La (...)