Grotesque Through Incoherence Scandal Lyrics

In absence of listening wise advice given by the
ancients, years passing by and everything is getting
dirty.
So much lost traditions but without being a nostalgic
scum? End of every f*cking thing.
Even if I’m a lunatic.
Some bullshit is hard to swallow, those lines to point
out the beginning of the end of a cycle;
Hand craft designed, the man created the good for evil.
That’s where it starts, brother, in our dangerous rise
which drives us
From laughter to tears, stop imitating the weak, time
to break new ground
Into positive creation of the ancients, doubtful behind
piles of machines,
Soulless scrap heaps, killing us.
Hey bosses, stop applying the law “I do what I want
when I want” By holding our hand everyday like an hypocrite and pull
down our arms into hell the next day, and we’ll bite
the entreprise’s dust.
That’s how it is, you’d better not ignore it kids, and
generations to come.
Here we suffocate, everywhere we go, by facing pressure
and any form of repression. That’s how it is,
everything clogged, like our vitel gasoline dixit
oxygen, too hurted, too contaminated to be loved so
f*ck it all !
Nothing is encouraging to straighten too many critical
situations at degree zero on our independent sphere.
Enough, sum up, it takes too many hours of script, you
only have to take a look around to get indifferent you
know.