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Dark Side
04:23
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Tonight I’m sleeping with a new knife against my chest and I’m staring...
...the light from the door bottom, the shadow which is coming and going
Switch-off, no more noise then the dark is enfolding and soothing me
It won’t be for this time, another postponement of the ending
What will tomorrow bring?
With who I will have to deal?
Will we reach the extreme limit?
The dark side more and more invasive
Until he dies?
And now an hammer blow
Right in the cathodic TV
His radical way to show
It doesn’t belong to me
Gas bottle in the bedroom
Opened for 10 minutes
First snoring is now the signal
To enter and stop the leak
Today I’m putting my head down, eating in silence, cause there’s an axe... well placed in the corner, and just a look or word can trig the fury
What will tomorrow bring?
With who I will have to deal?
Will we reach the extreme limit?
The dark side more and more invasive
Until I die? Until I die
Ingestion of rat poison
Riffle bullet in the thigh
Less take it as a good point
He’s only hurting himself
Cause this time will sure come
Cries will disturb the night
Those of physical aggression
And there will be no more turning back
And there will be no more turning back
Unless the next episode
Is to resume family life
Pretend that nothing happened
Despite violence suffered and grief
The calm for a few days
Hopefully for a few weeks
I come to happiness again
Playing my role of the good kid
When the hurtful words and threats Have just become an habit
Routine, normal thing
When love is a poor substitute Ineffective
Then the beast claims her dose of cynicism
Brutality
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2. |
Brawl
03:24
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I’ve always been the good boy, never involved in brawls
Friendly, calm and gentle, not interested by... brawl
Smashing faces
Breaking necks
Now I can’t contain my need, I’m in trance
So young, so frail, so awkward, not really made for brawl
But fully transformed when the start is given for... the brawl
Blows will rain down
I’m a raging machine
No chance for... the opponent, whoever he is
321 Go!
Your high kick as a first move is little obvious
Downward dodge for dragon trail sweep
On the ground, o ended, you’re losing the control
You’re rushing without any technic
I’m blocking everything, you will never reach me
Level is too weak, come another day
I’m striking back, now you’re bleeding
It’s time to finish you off,
It’s the end
Of the game
Of the violence
For today
Cause anyway
I think that someone Call me
To eat
A snack with a drink
Of milk
Thank you Mummy
Can I still play?
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3. |
Long Live The Queen
03:20
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We told you... not to cross the line
Is there something you don’t understand?
Shit, what, are you fucking deaf?
No way for you to threaten our friends
Asshole, you’re fucking dead!!!
We can say you’ve been unlucky
We are afraid of nothing
Who you are, we don’t give a shit
We are kamikaze!
We’re born to fight
We have no mercy
Self-sacrifice
Is in our genes
We give our life
Die with bravery
Honor and proud
Long live the Queen!
Annihilation, hey do you know what does it means?
We’re already pouncing on you
You can make your prayers
We’ve got a small surprise for you
Is it the fear on your face?
Only one try for a special finish
We always knew what must be done
Muscles contraction and ripped bodies
Go to hell, now we explode!
We’re born to fight
We have no mercy
Self-sacrifice
Is in our genes
We give our life
Die with bravery
Honor and proud
Long live the Queen
Long live the queen
From “minor” workers – To fearsome soldiers
Destroy the enemies – Defend the territory
From basic task – to deadly attack
Protect the colony, Authotysis!!!
Long live the queen
Hey you, Clear off !
Do you wanna be the next one?
Now, Clear off ! Do you wanna taste our sticky toxic substance too?
And die... and die !
Ant For One... and One For Ant
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4. |
The Rope
03:22
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Nothing special, nothing to say
No relevant fact to notice
Same things, same habits, same shits...
Nothing good but nothing bad today
And the rope invites itself
The rope draws its shape
Deep - in - my – head
Installed for a moment
For a minute
And then leaves
To come back once again
To finally vanish
I don’t want to see it as a sign
Perfect day, cool party
Surrounded by friends and family
Smiles, happiness, fun and love
I really don’t need more
And the rope invites itself
The rope draws its shape
Deep - in - my – head
Installed for a moment
For a minute
And then leaves
To come back once again
To finally vanish
I don’t want to see it as sign
All of this has got no sense
Cause I would know if I felt bad
And I’m certainly not in the denial
No
The live still matters for me
I will never flee my duty
I just can’t explain this thing
No
The rope
I just can’t explain
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Supermodel Stitches Lille, France
Supermodel Stitches est une formation musicale des environs de Lille. Créé en 2020 entre deux confinements, le groupe propose un style Punk Hardcore direct et énergique.
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