Portrait of numbers you draw your own reflection around the echo of your own decisions
Hide behind your flags to protest your ego / Nationalize your fear, disguise the same old lies
There is no cure for hatred, it can only be annihilated / Our love stamps on your fear, we will protect what we hold dear
Conspiracy of one mind, building theories on lies
They claim innocence when blood lies on their hand / They fake confusion, to hide their hate and fear x 2
Instead everybody observes everyone and the predator goes free
We cannot forget, we cannot forgive / Truth is not just a concept
We cannot forget, we cannot forgive / Our reality cannot be erased
We cannot forget, we cannot forgive / We need to reclaim the fear
We cannot forget, we cannot forgive / We need to reclaim the fear x 2
Instead everybody observes everyone and the predator goes free
The extremist and hateful mob fester in the illusion of equality
Burn the fascist clown x 2
Rotten pages in Cable street / Black shirts beaten by mobs
Don’t let them burn the libraries / Ignorant led by ignorance can’t win
Heard but not listened, actions become meaningless when the wall speaks
Vocal minority of hate mongers / Justifying their paranoia / Denying the existence of difference
They want a white world / Burn the fascists x 8
Morally corrupt but safe, they turn our blood into profits / Feed the machine, bury the story
Close your mouth and keep your head down
“No one to blame but everyone except you / They did nothing, I did everything
I am responsible, your produce nothing / They did nothing, I did everything”
The numbers are gone, the profits are theirs / The benefit goes to no one who cares
It’s the cost of wealth
We reward the liars, we elect the smilers, we ignore the warnings x 2
We don’t believe in ourselves x 2
Nothing has changed but tomorrow won’t be the same
Stuck in our hauntology we forgot how to change the present
We forgot how to change the present x 3
Instruments of our own demise
We feast on hatred while they laugh
Believing their own lies so no one will remember the truth
There is no narrative if you don’t believe in a writer
We are the cause of our own demise if we don’t react
Instruments of our own demise
We feast on hatred while they laugh
Believing their own lies so no one will remember the truth
There is no narrative if you don’t believe in a writer
We are the cause of our own demise if we don’t react
about
Recorded, mixed and mastered by Philippe Khalilian and Monsters Attack at Hicaz Studio.
credits
released July 8, 2019
Hugo Benezech : arms and feet
Mathieu Lubrun : throat
Philippe Khalilian : hands and fingers
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