Fuck The Facts piosenki

J'aimerais prendre congé de moi, de ma vie. Juste pour quelques heures, concevoir ce que c'est ne plus être soi. Une seule fois, m'échapper de la tension de ma peau et du poids de mes angoisses. M'éloigner un instant des gaffes, des atrocités prononcées; mauva...

Un tunnel, une lumière au lointain. La distance qui nous sépare; interminable. Le pourquoi de mon chemin, de mes choix. Le pressant désir d’atteindre cette douce, cette sensation de plénitude me dévore. Le pourquoi de mon chemin, de mes choix. J’ai choisi...

Trônant sur le papier glacé, loin de ton art. peu credible. Ta vie étalée comme un oeuvre vite brossée. Un peuple a soif, quémande à la merci de l’annecdote. C’est la famine de l’indiscretion. Le rouage d’un voyeurisme carburant aux détails. Ce besoin de conna...

À flot. À flot d’informations. Seulement. Sans motion, réaction. Seule, je regarde leurs visages me raconter leurs plus bas fonds, ils sont submergés. Tout s’efface. Est-ce l’ennui qui m’oublie? Et j’imagine, devenir l’être ailleurs. Une fois, combler ce vide....

La belle histoire d'Anne Cacophonie moderne Peut-être même la tienne Réceptions.dans son salon Invitations Les amis, le mari De longues nuits passées Oubliée, cajolée Des réunions... l'occasions Comprends chéri Ben ca va s'erplacer De lon...

You’re now Dressed in black For the wake of A dying man’s crown In time Wings and descend Lack of time Is twisting A dying man’s crown You’re skin Exploding A race is dying It’s living In your bodies Dead on their knees Black cells they bleed W...

Your second self. Within the incoherence, the dysfunction, hallucinations. fight with the realm of reality. motionless, you broadcast your thoughts and ideals. you exist on display. unsatisfied, your emptiness, your escape, with limited rules and consequences....

Yesterday again It's been said And done before And it goes again It comes again 

At that moment, I laid my eyes on her. Captured in this still portrait, glooming out of the frame, glooming. Her frail body holding the weight of a war based life journey. And the few lines next to the image, retracing her path. A few sentences filled with los...

End of passion play, crumbling away I'm your source of self-destruction Veins that pump with fear, sucking dark is clear Leading on your deaths construction Taste me you will see More is all you need Dedicated to How I'm killing you Come crawling faster Obey...

Sick Doctor Agents of cure Greed Have become agents of disease Greed Modern medicine is weak and corrupted Conflicts of interests Diffusing the power The extreme on the mean 

I dropped. I devoted myself, blindly, for one’s life. A well-aware choice, knowing this free fall was right. I dropped. I sacrificed everything at stake, my own wellness. I fell apart. Broken and weak, I held, and stood still, ripping through my fragile ground...

I've got mullet fever She's got mullet fever We've got mullet fever 

Isn't it a dark day? I can' t conceive The permenant stream, the discomfort Isn't it a sad day My contributions My failures Doesn't it feel Just like yesterday? 

Insult to humanity A lot of lives lost The nazi doctors Outrageous (and) shocking Doctors escaped their crimes against humanity Unlike their victims Freezing and hypothermia Outside, naked Then revived with sun lamps Burned the skin Internal irrigation Intesti...

Running away Everyone laughs at him Dark and cold It’s no longer a fight He’s gonna sweat He’s gonna wear that smile He’s gonna sweat Wear that smile, shaking hands Time flew by Illusion of perfection Happiness and pleasure He’s gonna sweat He’...

I've embraced the reflection, the scenery, that bent back from my imagery. I compare, I inflect. Self-proclaimed judge of failure, Self-proclaimed judge of failure. On the single track of achievers I missed the core of my nature. I'm keeping the speed, the lea...

Pushing the dirt, create a space, on your land. I sent you back, we weren’t supposed to meet, but we did. No return. The echo of the remains, of a place called home. No return. In response to a long scream, home. The echo, the remains, a place called home. 

Don't try to play it back. You had your chance. Desire will rot. Your mind, your ears, your lungs, your limbs. Wish you could have it. There are only so many charms of luck. None have worked for any of us. 

Sur un petit clou dépassant du vieux tapis il se blesse. Quelques goutes de sang, rien de grave. Un pansement; l’affaire est réglée. L’accident est oublié et le temps passe. Un matin, au sol des taches de sang Tout près de la blessure, une nouvelle plaie...