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Restraint
01:59
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ce titre, composé en deux parties, commence et termine l'album et représente ici l'enfermement et les questionnements internes d'un patient face à l'incompréhension d'un soignant.
There’s something wrong with me ?
Something that you feel ?
A part that’s incomplete ?
There’s nothing wrong for you,
all those things you do
are made with some logic
system locked and unknown,
a straight way of thinking.
Again you’re on your own,
it seems like you don’t wanna see...
System locked and unknown,
a straight way of thinking,
again you’re on your own,
don’t need another point of view.
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"seizure and misunderstandings", à prendre au sens d'une crise nerveuse et personnelle, une perte de contrôle totale et un sentiment d'isolement qui amène toujours à la même conclusion : partir trop loin dans la psychose entraîne une chute violente pour revenir à la réalité.
Screaming from the top of a burning building.
Leading the final act but standing alone on the scene.
Surrounded by ravens, alone and rejected as a ghost,
you’re not there anymore, playing a part that’s erased from the score.
This is what happens when you’re overflowed.
It won’t get better ‘til you drop this damn crown.
The train isn’t gone but you’re already lost.
All these decisions are made, never mind the cost.
Your power is senseless but your mind isn’t clear.
No time for regrets, this empire of dirt won’t disappear.
This is what happens when you’re overflowed.
It won’t get better ‘til you drop this damn crown.
Wait no longer, time has come.
This is what happens when you’re overflowed,
(Heart and faith long gone no time to)
It won’t get better ‘til you drop this damn crown
(anger can’t hold on no time to reverse)
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3. |
Last leaf to fall
04:19
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égocentrique, laissé pour compte, la folie sans barrière qui entraîne une violence face au reste du monde, une envie de tout brûler.
Blowing in the dark the smoke from this cigarette,
trapped on a sidewalk expecting a motion
I'm waiting outside,
smashing the wall...
No anger, nothing's left, I can't catch your eyes.
Reminders are pictures wherever you are
I'm stuck with this scar,
waiting for the sunrise,
waiting for the sunrise.
I'll burn this fucked up planet,
I'll wait for last leaf to fall,
I'll deal with your thoughts.
And time after time the same question remains,
Socially retarded or another insane ?
who's left on the road,
waiting for a sign.
And we know, it won't change.
we'll watch and wait in line.
We'll burn this fucked up planet,
We'll wait for last leaf to fall,
I'll deal with those thoughts.
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4. |
Time to collapse
03:31
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ce titre aborde le style de vie occidental, bien pensant et le sentiment de ne pas y trouver sa place et le refus de s'y inscrire.
I’m sick of this place,
I just shut my eyes and break
my face right against the wall.
Living dead people
running after time I'll stay
that fucked up kid who stands up alone.
Something’s wrong, so fed up,
I’m leaving this well-meaning town.
Giving up, hopeless song,
stop saying you’ll learn the lesson.
And when it will stop raining,
will you feel scared ? Trapped within four walls ?
The unknown shadow’s coming,
youth and hope are gone you’ve lost them all.
And if the road starts to fade
will you find the strength to stay the course ?
You might never escape.
Something’s wrong, so fed up,
I’m leaving this well-meaning town.
Giving up, hopeless song,
you’ll never learn the lesson.
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le repli sur soi, abordé du point de vue de l'autre, cet ami qui constate l'isolement mais ne peut rien y changer.
Eyes wide open, you left the scene.
Something's broken, let it bleed.
This cursed place you keep from all mankind,
is bringing you down time after time.
Waiting midnight,
you've gone too far.
This ship
is out of sight,
lungs full
of broken glass...
It's seems like you're gone but did they care ?
You'll remain this ghost who used to live there.
No one's noticed all of these notes,
words you left me and songs I wrote.
Eyes wide open, You left the scene,
something's broken, let it bleed.
Waiting midnight,
you've gone too far.
This ship
is out of sight,
lungs full
of broken glass...
Will you ever see ?
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6. |
Social Heart Disease
03:42
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Les familles brisées et les secrets enfouis qui amènent à mener une vie hors des normes en s'enfuyant dans la vie elle même, le son des clubs et le monde de la nuit.
This sardonic fading smile,
distance remains an excuse,
pretending everything went right.
A lonely birthday dinner,
candles all burned down now
but does she really care while dancing,
lost in this game ?
She never made a point of what others might believe.
Get haircuts some new tatoos, her social heart disease.
Old time secrets buried inside,
his twentieth glass of whiskey,
pretending everything went right.
Getting red eyes on TV,
doesn't need to read the program
but does he really care while dancing,
lost in this game ?
He never made a point of what others might believe.
Get blackeyed, scars black and blue, his social heart disease.
Some choices left no option when parents made it wrong.
A final desperate situation, hope I'll help them with this song.
You don't need to make a point of what others might believe.
You're okay, yeah nothing's perfect,
All you need is to believe, believe in self control.
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G.W.I.M.W
00:51
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les 10 commandements.
les voies du seigneur sont impénétrables...
P*****g in your mouth,
S*****g on your face,
I wanna make love to you.
Smashing down your legs,
Beating up your A**,
my heart is yelling for you.
We will die, fight, fuck and pray.
God works in mysterious ways.
Painting on your lips,
with a knife make a smile,
is it what you want me to do ?
Licking all your tears,
spit them in your eye.
Acting as a saint with you.
We will die, fight, fuck and pray.
God works in mysterious ways...
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BDX SM
02:10
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Ce titre parle de la tachypsychie et donc de la relativité du temps qui passe, écrite dans l'isolement le plus complet.
If I had to write a song,
it just won't be that long.
In fact this part just took me almost 5
(4 3 2, 1 2 3, 1234) minutes to complain,
to hear you SCREAM, to wash your brain.
who's the hunter and who's get the gun ?
it won't be that long to write this shit so carry on.
the only thing we need is just a
break.
Indeed we had the time,
longer than we thought...
A blink to Mike and all against me first !
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9. |
Sand Castles
04:14
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à tous les amis disparus.
Six feet under don't you feel the weight ?
Of those dreadful years you won't regain ?
For now, you just pretend
you're not the one to blame.
Don't swear on some words you will regret,
sand castles you won't achieve.
I don't have any time on you to waste,
promises fall to ashes.
Until he's gone, you called him son.
Damage is done, time to move on.
Six feet under don't you feel the weight ?
Of those dreadful years you won't regain ?
For now, you just pretend
you're not the one to blame.
You said all those words that I forget,
sand castles razed by the sea.
Reminds me good times I won't regret, promises of memory, my friend.
Until he's gone, you called him son
(promises of memory my friend).
damage is done, time to move on.
Six feet under don't you feel the weight ?
of those dreadful years you won't regain ?
And now, until the end, we know, no one's to blame.
Can't remember all those words you said...
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10. |
Near of the bay
03:27
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La scène ne mourra jamais et n'a besoin de personne, quoiqu'en disent les réseaux sociaux. "numbers have beaten down your faith but I'll keep singing on your grave." La côte californienne et Bordeaux ou Paris, même théâtre, même blabla.
Another morning to come,
another pill to shut those high speed voices.
I hear them screaming from the hall
but I keep it straight right to the subway,
sixty meters left to pretend I care.
All these records that you had,
all the things I let you say,
another drink to pay the price,
another night's fading away.
This is no longer for the fame,
neither for all those pretty skirts.
I'm doing all I was made for,
don't need anyone to discuss
sincerity based on meetings,
does it all gone with some emails ?
numbers have beaten down your faith
but I'll keep singing on your grave.
All those shitheads you've spit on,
all the things I let you say.
This cosy couch we're sitting on
blaming the sun that's turning grey.
And hundred times I'll hit the ground
But that won't stop me anyway.
I'll keep the strenght to moving on
I'll see you all near of the bay
I'll see you million miles away...
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11. |
Release
02:37
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deuxième partie du premier titre. Constat d'une crise passée, mêmes interrogations du soignant mais nouvelle liberté du soigné à continuer de vivre et de croire en lui même.
There's something wrong with me,
a part that's incomplete,
a weakness I accept.
Your mission's failed again,
I'm not playing your game,
you don't have to regret...
Your system's now unlocked,
you took all that you need,
I'm hurt but I'm OK,
I'll keep this struggle as you see.
Your system's now unlocked,
you took all that you need,
I'm hurt but I'm OK,
I'll keep this struggle as you see.
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MFCS Bordeaux, France
MFCS is an alkaline trio driving a lag wagon that has no use for a name, wich looks more like a boxcar than a racer.
MFCS is like when you're All against me, but who cares ? There's no fx...
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