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Opening
02:22
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Paaaaaaaaaw
Crabe, crabe, crabe, crabe (numerous times)
Yyyyaaaahhh
_________
"Un deux, un deux, allô, ici Peter le pêcheur, nous sommes le 64 août 1913. Il fait beau approximativement, il fait chaud, les noix de coco, ils bllblbl tombent à volontiers. Le vin coulait à flots, l'enjaillement se répandait à l'air tel une trainée de poudre à l'arrivée du plat principal, le crabe royal. La frénésie des repas me saisissait quand soudain une odeur d'ammoniac m'alerta : le crabe n'était pas frais."
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Pincer
03:55
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Piiiiince
Duba, duba, duba, duba
Champ lexical de la pince
You only get one shot to break the pincer, pow let the juice flow
[But] Don't leave the stain, 'cause it stinks like hell
Break, break, break, break
Break the shell !
Feel the flesh being torn apart, jubilance in destruction
Drifting with the current, his shitty brain can't understand why water's moving, beware ! Shark incoming !
Yaaaah
He picks up his shell and pincers to fend off the enemy, wow so brave !
Fierce is the battle but he wins, fishes flock together in celebration.
I can sense it move sideways, breaking the rules of a logical gait.
Each step is a trial and error, living as a shellfish you know that ocean's full of traps. The latest one is that fisherman, his name is Peter le pêcheur.
Beauty in disgust grruurrgllrrrguull
There's a way to taste a fellow crab, just stay nearby a human plate.
You fucking pigs don't know how to eat properly.
There's no need to spill blood everywhere, take a towel clean your face.
I hear the sound of remorse coming from that man.
He's attempt to break the pincer was a failure, now he's covered in blood and guts.
Tututulututududutudududududududuuuuuu
La plage, la plage
Tututulututududutudududududududuuuuuu
I the crab, am the mighty king of the underworld.
Now bow down before me or I'll just call security.
Crabe, crabe, crabe, crabe...
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Sideways Walk
04:27
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It's strange for some people, so obviously, they judge what they see.
I walk a different way, and that doesn't stop me from being someone who cares or someones who loves, breaking the boundaries, looking for something more in my life, I suppose it's all in vain.
That's what she said.
I don't want someone new, beside me and my misery.
I don't care for someone new.
I need someone to fix me.
Step by step, walking sideways I was born to strive.
I never thought it'd become like this, I'm a pariah, a pariah.
Each day is spent carrying the burden of my difference.
But indifference is what I fear the most.
Their indifference is what I hate the most.
This game is one of a loss is a loss forever.
Please always think before you change, because the pieces still remain the same.
You just put them in a new shape and hope for the magic to do the secrets things that you can't do by yourself.
Always keep in mind to think about yourself first, don't ever try to change the world, you'll only end up hurting yourself.
Here's to the pain.
I'm stuck staring at my crooked legs, why not leave them the way they are?
I don't care about the looks of the others.
Here's to the heartbreaks.
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Innards
05:39
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Yeeeahh
No mortal means can undo the curse on our generation.
If a god laughs, we cry.
Only a simple man could believe in afterlife after having looked the despair in the eyes. Only a simple man could believe in afterlife. Only a simple man.
There's stil uncertainty as to whether we become what we wan.
You only see what you want to see.
You only hear what you want to hear.
Some things scare you more than other, you fear the endless disgust of open innards.
Bruiiiii
It's the beginning of a new age, peel off the old skin, wear this instead.
Bear the flesh of the renewal and light the endless fire that will devour us all.
I've been watching you from afar, unable to repress the need for you to distinguish me among the living, before the final choice will decide of the dead.
Now I see the heads roll down and the guts being spread on the ground.
It's not a question of will whether we can see our flaws.
But few people can face they disgusting side and accept.
It's not a question of will, rather of responsibility.
Everyone needs to keep their inner balance, but no one can do it in their stead.
Yeeeeeah
Everything crumbles as soon as a dissident sound can be heard.
People staring at the sky in fear of a divine wrath (x3).
________
"Le vortex de déchets du Pacifique nord est une zone du gyre subtropical du Pacifique nord, aussi connue sous le nom de gyre de déchets, soupe plastique, septième ou huitième continent ou grande zone d'ordures du Pacifique (GPGP). Pour les océans, le terme continent de plastique est rencontré. Une zone similaire a été découverte dans le nord de l'océan Atlantique.
L'océanographe et skipper américain Charles J. Moore a découvert en 1997 cette grande zone d'ordures du Pacifique également nommée vortex d'ordures. Étant donné que la mer de déchets est translucide et se situe juste sous la surface de l'eau, elle n'est pas détectable sur les photographies prises par des satellites. Elle est seulement visible du pont des bateaux.
La masse de plastiques conc[...]"
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Oceanic Gore
04:01
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You never stood a chance against the disease in your rotten bones.
Waves keep crashing against the rocks despite you jumping from the top of the cliff.
It hurts so much, the feeling of pity amidst the obscurity.
Break the chains by breaking your skull.
The call for an afterlife resounds so perfectly to the ears of an ignorant because living through hell makes you more of a man.
Looking for something, alone and bleeding.
I feel the air pushing me, stopping me from my fall. I let go of regrets and pain.
Monstrous thoughts and lies resurface as I stand on top of the cliff from where I fell.
The ocean's turning red as the guts from that wretched man are consumed by the waves.
Bruiiiiiii, bleargh
Disgusting sights impose respects because they call on dark and violent inner selves society has forcibly repressed.
A call to the true humans of the earth.
Oceanic gore make them realize.
Wanna give up your dreams in order to be always by her side.
The blue shades of the ocean fade to red from the blood of the loved one, the bite of a cancer doesn't leave a mark [but] don't let it take your soul.
You can hold on to my hand, I'll smile through your pain.
The things we couldn't say our mouthes spit away, in the fear we run out of time.
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6. |
Call of the Sea
03:53
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Wooooooh
Can your hear the waves screaming at us?
"The ocean is dying from your waste".
What a world do you want to live in?
What a world do you want to leave for your children?
Now choose.
Bit by bit we're sucking the life out of the sea.
The mermaids are calling the end of the human world.
For the gift we tarnished for our benefit is also the well that granted us life.
Answer the call of the sea.
Please answer the call of the sea.
May these words get to your reason : it's a call for change in a desperate season.
I know it sounds strained but I'm chocking from the pressure, twenty thousand leagues under the sea.
May these words get to your reason : it's a call for change in a desperate season.
I know it sounds strained but I'm drowning from the weight, twenty thousand leagues under the sea.
Woooooooh
Why? Why? Whyyyyyyyyyyyy? Whyyyyyy?
Eyes can't see what the mind ignores.
Hearts can't feel when they're pressed and chocked.
Hands can't touch what they can't approach.
Ears can't hear what the brain ignores.
Open your arms, embrace the reality.
Stop believing in lies or make up your own as long as in them our world survives.
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7. |
Finale
02:44
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