[no one is innocent]

My voice is violent but do I scream for nothing? Do you hear my voice in your rusted brain? The record is playing listen to what I’m saying but do you really care for the message. I’m telling; Radio, TV, papers lies too many ears for one cry. Critic on paper, writing my mind. Do you really give a fuck about what I’m telling ya? Your articles speak to the masses. People read my name. It doesn’t matter that I came to speak to ya, you use my name. If you don’t write what I told ya, then you sell me as a propaganda. Now the silence that controls us is getting louder and poisonous. So what?

Ne reste-t-il que la guerre pour tuer le silence ?

Slave to your power slave to your choice. Not blind, you send me packing with your bloody eyes. Revenge we’ll get it, in the meantime; politicians keep on talking, hatred keep on growing. Lies skip on spreading, this is a sound. Too much for one man to comprehend. Everything’s cool nobody takes the blame: That was the speech when I came. Now the silence that controls us is getting louder and poisonous. So what?

Ne reste-t-il que la guerre pour tuer le silence ?

Silence is getting louder…

Here it comes again. We became vultures thristy for exictement; looking for new games to make us forget; to buy and shut up our new way of living, waiting for the news on TV we’re watching. The silence that controls us is getting louder and poisonous.

We became vultures…