Texty:
Fate No Sense

[backing vox : Feutse]

[backing vox : Feutse] ["On entraine les jeunes soldats r tirer sur des hommes, mais leurs officiers ne les autorisent pas r ecrire MERDE sur leurs

I hate this world where I was born I loathe the knowledge pretention The ethics and virtue mankind defends The hypocrisy of human venture where Altruism

never known Saturate you with millions (of) insane thoughts Listen to my voice An immortal obsession No more lucidity inside you I consume your life I fade your senses

I don't support This state of violence I need to scream Loud my convictions I refuse it Noise is my violence I fight for peace Words are my weapons

{Le chien est le meilleur ami de l'homme} Maniac creature with gigantic teething Pay attention to that killing machine Staring (at) me with eyes of

Listen, I?m a corpse, I?m a corpse I?m a corpse without soul Satan, he?s taken, he?s taken He taken his toll Listen, I?m a corpse, I?m a corpse I?m a

When love seems to hate us? Sorry if I sound so filled with gloom You say you care and I know you do But this is from my experience And my conclusion only makes sense

light That once has died turned to night, no one can If I had the sense to know Which things count and which are show I'd hold my fate within my hands