Blind eyes of justice, deaf ears of power
Dumb lose our money
Left us in a desperate hour
Driving me out of my sanity
Is it the final solution?
Angels surrender, killed in their tracks
Babies, women raped...
Edie se lasse et traverse le mirroirEdie is getting weary and goes through the mirror
De blanc se pare pour un rendez-vous nulle partShe is dressing in white for a rendez-vous nowhere
Edie se glace, si grand ce lit à deux placesEdie is getting cold, this double bed is so big...
not respect in any degreeWho despise their jobs, their destiniesSpeak jealously of them that are freeCultivate their flowers to beNothing more than something they invest in.While some on principles baptizedTo strict party platform tiesSocial clubs in drag disguiseOutsiders they...
..Singing the Marseillaise... The Marseillaise is first and foremost a revolutionary song, and when it is not so much sung as it is shouted by a large crowd waving fists, this is a very very serious development. Needless to say, none of that was ever shown on the French media...
man in mid thirties at the height of paranoiaAt the zenith of his powersBy bed, replica shooter, zenith dissolvingBy his bed replica shooterParanoid man in his early thirtiesIn the zenith of his powersWhen girls pass, puts head down in the streetHis neighbors now are listening...