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