Après qu'on m'ait souvent demandé, j'vais mettre quelques unes de mes chansons sur ce blog... Dans vos têtes soyez indulgents, c'est pas facile >.<
Celle là je l'affectionne tout particulièrement... En Hommage à un Ami disparu.
Criticism
Invest youth's registration, crane into your fields
Stinky the Evolution, refusing let them bleed...
Jigsaw of a Nation, trough the eyes of a child
It stabs his pure invention, After that you should grab...
It allow you to jump, but do not to resist
Tough we're in a dump, tour drawer you must eat...
Drumstick are so warm, 'cause we are so much angry
So Rest In Peace, be arm, you'll face a langsome, dreary... (road !)
Criticism. Everything. Execute.
( you don't have to suffer )
Exhibit. Of the life. In your glass.
( you don't have to give )
Slowest expectation, glimpses of the death ;
Sorrow's detonation, it becomes your game...
Garlic in your mouth, and graceful inhibition ;
Bleached bones on ground, a forecast of destruction...
Thinking is forbidden, and forehead wears the crown :
Foundations of system, will always put you down...
Shelf full of cut-out parts, children of the quake,
You will never be right, 'cause when it isn't ache... (You...)
Criticism. Everything. Execute.
( you don't have to suffer )
Exhibit. Of the life. In your glass.
( you don't have to give )
You've always heard necrophobic and the World's bloody death lyrics,
but we are here just for one thing, to tell you how we feel this wave...
You've always heard necrophobic and the World's bloody death lyrics,
but we are here just for one thing, to tell you how we feel this wave...
Criticism. Everything. Execute.
( you don't wanna suffer )
Exhibit. Of the life. In your glass.
( you don't wanna give )
Criticism. Everything. Execute.
( you don't wanna suffer )
Exhibit. Of the life. In your glass.
( you don't wanna give )