Nouveau

Notre 8e morceau, quasi pret

Paroles->

Like a slab of meat, swinging above the stall

Meat hook in your brain, saving you from a fall

Your self is torn apart, trying to please them all

You lost all substance, slowing you to a crawl

Stalking your dumb ass thru your phone

You seem to have forgotten, you have the right to choose

No longer fucking amused

Opinions give you purpose, follow you on Twatter

Spewing out these thoughts that stink, like fecal matter

Attention seeking, sycophants that flatter

You got the likes, the only things that matter

No longer know what to believe

So many tricks hidden up your sleeve, 

I don't have the force to fight,

I need some time to grieve

Got to protect what's right,

When will you take your leave?

How much longer we wait till you fuck off and die?

Spreading pain and hurt and all of that is for why ?

No hope and no reprieve,

we need some time to breathe

We cut ourselves off from the others

Selling out our sisters and our brothers

Dumbed down to an account,

when you think your voice should count

Complicity to be abused

Dealing with all sorts of strife, barely on the edge of life

Your self is torn apart, 

You got no substance, 

Attention seeking, sycophants that flatter

You got the likes, the only things that matter

No longer know what to believe

So many tricks hidden up your sleeve,

I bring nothing to this fight,

I need some time to grieve

When will you let us rest? 

When will you take your leave?

We cut ourselves off from the others

Selling out our sisters and our brothers

Dumbed down to an account,

thinking that your voice would count

We have a power we never use

Complicit for them to abuse