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Slipknot - Duality

I push my fingers into my eyes
It's the only thing that slowly stops the ache
But it's made of all
The things I have to take
Jesus it never ends
It works its way inside
If the pain goes on...

I have screamed until my veins collapsed
I waited as my times elapsed
Now all I do is live with so much hate
I've wished for this, I've bitched at that
I've left behind this little fact :
"You cannot kill what you did not create"
I've gotta say what I've gotta say
And then I swear, I'll go away
But I can't promise you'll enjoy the noise
I guess I'll save the best for last
My future seems like one big past
You laughed at me 'cause you left me no choice

I push my fingers into my eyes
It's the only thing that slowly stops the ache
If the pains goes on
I'm not gonna make it!

Put me back together
Or seperate the skin from bones
Leave me all the pieces
Then you can leave me alone
Tell me the reality
Is better then the dream
But I found out the hard way
Nothing is what it seems!

I push my fingers into my eyes
It's the only thing that slowly stops the ache
But it's made of all
The things I have to take
Jesus it never ends
It works its way inside
If the pain goes on
I'm not gonna make it!

All I've got
All I've got is insane!
All I've got
All I've got is insane!
All I've got
All I've got is insane!
All I've got
All I've got is insane!

I push my fingers into my eyes
It's the only thing that slowly stops the ache
But it's made of all
The things I have to take
Jesus it never ends
It works its way inside
If the pain goes on
I'm not gonna make it!

dans un style totalement différent,

Michel Polnareff - Le bal des Laze

Je serai pendu demain matin
Ma vie n'était pas faite
Pour les châteaux.
Tout est arrivé ce soir de juin
On donnait une fête
Dans le château .

Dans le château de Laze
Le plus grand bal de Londres
Lord et Lady de Laze
Recevaient le grand monde
Diamants, rubis, topazes
Et blanches robes longues
Caché dans le jardin
Moi je serrais les poings
Je regardais danser
Jane et son fiancé.

Je serai pendu demain au jour
Dommage pour la fille
De ce château.
Car je crois qu'elle aimait bien l'amour
Que l'on faisait tranquille
Loin du château.

Dans le château de Laze
Pour les vingt ans de Jane
Lord et Lady de Laze
Avaient reçu la Reine
Moi le fou que l'on toise
Moi je crevais de haine
Caché dans le jardin
Moi je serrais les poings
Je regardais danser
Jane et son fiancé.

Je serai pendu demain matin
Ça fera quatre lignes
Dans les journaux.
Je ne suis qu'un vulgaire assassin
Un vagabond indigne
De ce château.

Dans le château de Laze
Peut-être bien que Jane
A l'heure où l'on m'écrase
Aura un peu de peine
Mais ma dernière phrase
Sera pour qu'on me plaigne
Puisqu'on va lui donner
Un autre fiancé
Et que je n' pourrai pas
Supprimer celui-là

La france a peur
by Mickey 3D

J'allume ma télé
Je vois un p'tit gars bien sapé
Il me dit qu'ça craint
Que dehors faut pas y'aller
Que si je veux me sentir bien
Et puis pour ma sécurité
Alors je dois rester chez moi
Aujourd'hui j'ai pas le choix
Je me dit qu'il fait froid
Qu'il a peut-être raison
Il a l'air tellement sérieux sous ses allures de pauvre con

La France a peur
Tous les soirs à vingt heure
La police vous parle
Tous les soirs à vingt heure
La France a peur
(Ouhhhhh)
Tous les soirs à vingt heure
(Ouhhhhh)
La police vous parle
(Aillez confiance)
Tous les soirs à vingt heure

Ensuite ils font parler un type
Qui a pas l'air de manquer de fric
Il me dit que si je veux respirer
Ben c'est pour lui qu'il faut voter
Prendre ma carte du parti
Lui filer quelques billets
Il me dit que si l'air est pollué
Si les francais sont stressés
C'est la faute des immigrés, des clochards et des pédés

La France a peur
Tous les soirs à vingt heure
La police vous parle
Tous les soirs à vingt heure
La France a peur
(Ouhhhhh)
Tous les soirs à vingt heure
(Ouhhhhh)
La police vous parle
(Aillez confiance)
Tous les soirs à vingt heure

Alors écoute bien mon petit gars
Toi qui trône à la télé
Si un jour tu crève de froid
Chez moi faudra pas venir sonner
Et puis si un jour par malheur
Les fachos prennent le pouvoir
Dis toi bien qu'ça sera pas d'la faute
À tous les gens qui broient du noir
De toute facon ne t'en fait pas
Ils auront surement quelque part
Une jolie petite place pour toi
T'aura bien fait ton cinéma (2X)

La France a peur
Tous les soirs à vingt heure
La police vous parle
Tous les soirs à vingt heure
La France a peur
(Ouhhhhh)
Tous les soirs à vingt heure
(Ouhhhhh)
La police vous parle
(Aillez confiance)
Tous les soirs à vingt heure

Salut alors là c'est PPD et j'vais vous
raconter une histoire drôle.
Alors là vous voyez au Soudan y'a
150 000 d'mort, mais on en a rien y'a
branler du Soudan parce qu'ya
Germaine, elle s'est coupée le doigt,
et ça fait vachement mal de se couper le
doigt, et y'a Marcel il fait des chaussures
en bois, c'est vachement joli les
chaussures en bois.
Alors tu vois les mecs qui crèvent au
Soudan on en a rien à branler, mais
alors la rien du tout, on en a rien à
foutre !

They Don't Care About Us - Michael Jackson


Skinhead
Deadhead
Everybody
Gone bad
Situation
Aggravation
Everybody
Allegation
In the suite
On the news
Everybody
Dog food
Bang bang
Shock dead
Everybody's
Gone bad

All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us

Beat me
Hate me
You could never
Break me
Will me
Thrill me
You could never
Kill me
Do me
Sue me
Everybody
Do me
Kick me
Hike me
Don't you
Black or white me

All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us

Tell me what has become of my life
I have a wife and two children who love me
I am the victim of police brutality, now.
I'm tired of bein' the victim of hate
You're rapin' me of my pride
Oh for God's sake
I look to heaven to fulfill its prophecy...
Set me free

Skinhead
Deadhead
Everybody
Gone bad
Trepidation
Speculation
Everybody
Allegation
In the suite
On the news
Everybody
Dog food
Black man
Black mail
Throw the brother
In jail

All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us

Tell me what has become of my rights
Am I invisible 'cause you ignore me?
Your proclamation promised me free liberty, now.
I'm tired of bein' the victim of shame
You're throwin' me in a class with a bad name
I can't believe this is the land from which I came
You know I really do hate to say it
The government don't wanna see
But if Roosevelt was livin',
He wouldn't let this be, no no.

Skinhead
Deadhead
Everybody
Gone bad
Situation
Speculation
Everybody
Litigation
Beat me
Bash me
You can never
Trash me
Hit me
Kick me
You can never
Get me

All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us

Some things in life they just don't wanna see
But if Martin Luther was livin'
He wouldn't let this be, no no

Skinhead
Deadhead
Everybody's
Gone bad
Situation
Segregation
Everybody
Allegation
In the suite
On the news
Everybody
Dog food
Kick me
Kike me
Don't you
Wrong or right me

All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us

All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about

All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about
All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us

System of a Down - B.Y.O.B.

WHY DO THEY ALWAYS SEND THE POOR!
Barbarisms by Barbaras
With pointed heels.
Victorious, victories kneel.
For brand new spankin' deals.
Marching forward hypocritic
And hypnotic computers.

You depend on our protection,
Yet you feed us lies from the table cloth.
La la la la la la la la la,

Everybody’s going to the party have a real good time.
Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine.

Kneeling roses disappearing,
Into Moses’ dry mouth,
Breaking into Fort Knox,
Stealing our intentions,
Hangars sitting dripped in oil,
Crying FREEDOM!
Handed to obsoletion,
Still you feed us lies from the table cloth.
La la la la la la la la la,

Everybody’s going to the party have a real good time.
Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine.
Everybody’s going to the party have a real good time.
Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine.

Blast off, it's party time,
And we don't live in a fascist nation,
Blast off, it's party time,
And where the fuck are you?
Where the fuck are you?
Where the fuck are you?

Why don’t presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why don’t presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor? [X4]

Kneeling roses disappearing,
Into Moses’ dry mouth,
Breaking into Fort Knox,
Stealing our intentions,
Hangars sitting dripped in oil,
Crying FREEDOM!
Handed to obsoletion,
Still you feed us lies from the tablecloth.
La la la la la la la la la,

Everybody’s going to the party have a real good time.
Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine.
Everybody’s going to the party have a real good time.
Dancing in the desert blowing up the...

Where the fuck are you!
Where the fuck are you!

Why don’t presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why don’t presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor? [X3]
Why, do, they always send the poor [X3]
They only send the poor [x2]

pour LM,

Slipknot - Everything Ends

You are wrong, fucked, and overrated
I think I'm gonna be sick and it's your fault
This is the end of EVERYTHING!
You are the end of EVERYTHING!
I haven't slept since I woke up
And found my whole life was a lie, motherfucker!
This is the end of EVERYTHING!
You are the end of EVERYTHING!

Shallow skin, I can paint with pain
I mark the trails on my arms with your disdain
Everyday it's the same - I LOVE, YOU HATE
But I guess I don't care any more...
Fix my problems with the blade
While my eyes turn from blue to gray
God, the worst thing happened to me today
But I guess I don't care anymore...

You are wrong, fucked, and overrated
I think I'm gonna be sick and it's your fault
This is the end of EVERYTHING!
You are the end of EVERYTHING!
I haven't slept cince I woke up
And found my whole life was a lie, motherfucker!
This is the end of EVERYTHING!
You are the end of EVERYTHING!

My flaws are the only thing left that's pure
Can't really live, can't really endure
Everything I see reminds me of her
God I wish I didn't care anymore
The more I touch, the less I feel
I'm lying to myself that it's not real
Why is everybody making such a big fucking deal?
I'm never gonna care anymore

What the hell am I doing?
Is there anyone left in my life?
What the fuck was I thinking?
Anybody want to tell me I'm fine?
Where the hell am I going?
Do I even need a reason to hide?
I am only betrayed
I am only conditioned to die!

Merci Kev'

Left Behind - SlipKnoT

've known faces that have disappeared in time
Find me wrapped in glass and slowly soaked in lime
All my friends have pictures made to make you cry
I've seen this and wondered what I've done to
Calcify...

(I ignore you)
As I close my eyes, I feel it all slipping away
(I come toward you)
We all got left behind, we let it all slip away

I can't stand to see your thalidomide robot face
Don't even try it! You had be a liar just to
Infiltrate me - I'm still drowning

(I ignore you)
As I close my eyes, I feel it all slipping away
(I come toward you)
We all got left behind, we let it all slip away

Take...this...away...
I can feel it on my mouth
I can taste you on my fingers
I can hear you like the holy ghost
And kill you if you get too close !

Tom Sawyer - Rush

A modern day warrior
Mean, mean stride
Today's Tom Sawyer
Mean, mean pride

Though his mind is not for rent
Don't put him down as arrogant
His reserve, a quiet defense
Riding out the day's events
The river

What you say about his company
Is what you say about society
Catch the mist, catch the myth
Catch the mystery, catch the drift

The world is, the world is
Love and life are deep
Maybe as his skies are wide

Today's Tom Sawyer
He gets high on you
And the space he invades
He gets by on you

No his mind is not for rent
To any god or government
Always hopeful, yet discontent
He knows changes aren't permanent
But change is

What you say about his company
Is what you say about society
Catch the witness, catch the wit
Catch the spirit, catch the spit

The world is, the world is
Love and life are deep
Maybe as his eyes are wide

Exit the warrior
Today's Tom Sawyer
He gets high on you
And the energy you trade
He gets right on to the friction of the day

Feuer Frei - Rammstein

Getadelt wird wer Schmerzen kennt
vom Feuer das die Haut verbrennt
Ich werf ein Licht
in mein Gesicht
Ein heisser Schrei
Feuer frei!

Bang bang

Geadelt ist wer Schmerzen kennt
vom Feuer das in Lust verbrennt
ein Funkenstoss
in ihren Schoss
ein heisser Schrei
Feuer frei!

Bang bang
Feuer frei!

Gefahrlich ist wer Schmerzen kennt
vom Feuer das den Geist verbrennt
bang bang
gefahrlich das gebrannte Kind
mit Feuer das vom Leben trennt
ein heisser Schrei
bang bang
Feuer frei!

Bang bang
Feuer frei!

Triple post lol^^

Traboule Gones

Ecole de la violence

La cour du collège était pleine
De cris, de joies et de peines
D'élèves bigarrés, prêts à se bagarrer
Tu venais juste d'avoir 15 ans
Tu étais plutôt bel enfant
Tes poches ils les ont vidées
Tous les jours tu en as chialé

Ecoles de la violence
De la haine, de la terreur
Bourreaux de professeurs
Qu'on nomme inciviles pour chasser la peur

Professeur d'histoire-géo
Tu ne faisais que ton boulot
Un jour pour un zéro pointé
A la sortie ils t'ont lynché

Ecoles de la violence
De la haine, de la terreur
Bourreaux de professeurs
Qu'on nomme inciviles pour chasser la peur

Sur le chemin des écoliers
Les barres de fer et les couteaux
Ont remplacé les stylos
Et le sang coule sur le tableau
Entre le fumeur de joint
Et le semeur de coups de poings
Dans ces lycées à problèmes
C'est le royaume de la haine.


Flic ou voyou

Dans la cité sans âme
Une fumée noire monte lentement
Encore des bagnoles qui crament
Et les gosses sont contents

Flic ou voyou
Qui fait la loi chez toi
Quand la justice est à genoux
Devant une jeunesse sans foi ni loi

Ce soir, au poste, c'est l'alerte
Casques, boucliers, matraques
On apprête
Pour partir guerroyer
S'en prendre plein la gueule
Se faire insulter

Volent les plaques d'égouts
La banlieue est à eux
Policiers, CRS, soldats du feu
Tous unis face aux voyous

Honneur à vous
Pompiers, gens d'armes
A vos enfants, à vos femmes
Il ne vous reste que les larmes
Victimes d'une politique de voyou

Seven Nation Army - The White Stripes

I'm gonna fight 'em all
A seven nation army couldn't hold me back
They're gonna rip it off
Taking their time right behind my back

And I'm talking to myself at night
Because I can't forget
Back and forth through my mind
Behind a cigarette
And the message coming from my eyes
Says leave it alone

Don't want to hear about it
Every single one's got a story to tell
Everyone knows about it
From the Queen of England to the hounds of hell

And if I catch it coming back my way
I'm gonna serve it to you
And that aint what you want to hear
But thats what I'll do
And the feeling coming from my bones
Says find a home

I'm going to Wichita
Far from this opera for evermore
I'm gonna work the straw
Make the sweat drip out of every pore
And I'm bleeding, and I'm bleeding, and I'm bleeding
Right before the lord
All the words are gonna bleed from me
And I will sing no more
And the stains coming from my blood
Tell me go back home

Immortal Technique --- Dance with the devil


I once knew a nigga whose real name was William
his primary concern, was making a million
being the illest hustler, that the world ever seen
he used to fuck moviestars and sniff coke in his dreams
a corrupted young mind, at the age of thirteen
nigga never had a father and his mom was a feen
she put the pipe down, but forever yeah she was sober
her sons heart simultaneously grew colder
he started hanging out selling bags in the projects
checking the young chicks, looking for hit and run prospects
he was fascinated by material objects
but he understood money never bought respect
he build a reputation cause he could hustle and steal
but got locked once it didn't hesitate to squeal
so criminals he chilled with didn't think he was real
you see me and niggaz like this have never been equal
I dont project my insurecurity's at other people
he feeded for props like addicts with pipes and needles
so he felt he had to prove to everyone he was evil
a fever minded young man with infinite potetial
the product of a ghetto breed capatalistic mental
coincidentally dropped out of school to sell weed
dancing with the devil, smoked until his eyes would bleed
but he was sick of selling trees and gave in to his greed


Everyone trying to be trife never face the consequences
you propably only did a month for minor offences
ask a nigga doing life if he had another chance
but then again there's always the wicked at new and advanced
dance forever with the devil on a code cell block
but thats what happens when you rape, murder and sell rock
devils used to be gods, angels that fell from the top
there's no diversity because we're burning in the melting pot


So Billy started robbing niggaz, anything he could do
he'd get his respect back, in the eyes of his crew
starting fights over little shit, up on the block
stepped up to selling mothers and brothers the crack rock
working overtime for making money for the crack spot
hit the jackpot and wanted to move up to cocaine
for filling the scarface fantasy stuck in his brain
tired of the block niggaz treating him the same
he wanted to be major like the cut throats and the thugs
but when he tried to step to 'em, niggaz showed him no love
they told him any motherfucking coward can sell drugs
any bitch nigga with a gun, can bust slugs
any nigga with a red shirt can front like a blood
even Puffy smoked the motherfucker up in a club
but only a real thug can stab someone till they die
standing in front of them, starring straight into their eyes
Billy realized that these men were well guarded
and they wanted to test him, before business started
suggested raping a bitch to prove he was cold hearted
so now he had a choice between going back to his life
or making money with made men, up in the cife
his dreams about cars and ice, made him agree
a hardcore nigga is all he ever wanted to be
and so he met them friday night at a quarter to three

Everyone trying to be trife never face the consequences
you propably only did a month for minor offences
ask a nigga doing life if he had another chance
but then again there's always the wicked at new and advanced
dance forever with the devil on a code cell block
but thats what happens when you rape, murder and sell rock
devils used to be gods, angels that fell from the top
there's no diversity because we're burning in the melting pot


They drove around the projects slow while it was raining
smoking blunts, drinking and joking for entertainment
untill they saw a woman on the street walking alone
three in the morning, coming back from work, on her way home
and so they quietly got out the car and followed her
walking through the projects, the darkness swallowed her
they wrapped her shirt around her head and knocked her onto the floor
this is it kid now you got your chance to be raw
so Billy oaked her up and grapped the chick by the hair
and dragged her into a lobby that had nobody there
she struggled hard but they forced her to go up the stairs
they got to the roof and then held her down on the ground
screaming shut the fuck up and stop moving around
the shirt covered her face, but she screamed the clouts
so Billy stomped on the bitch, until he broken her jaw
the dirty bastards knew exactly what they were doing
they kicked her until they cracked her ribs and she stopped moving
blood leaking through the cloth, she cried silently
and then they all proceeded to rape her violently
Billy was meant to go first, but each of them took a turn
ripping her up, and choking her until her throat burned
a broken jaw mumbled for god but they weren't concerned
when they were done and she was lying bloody, broken and broos
one of them niggaz pulled out a brand new twenty-two
they told him that she was a witness of what she'd gone through
and if he killed her he was guaranteed a spot in the crew
he thought about it for a minute, she was practicly dead
and so he leaned over and put the gun right to her head

I'm falling and I can't turn back
I'm falling and I can't turn back

Right before he pulled the trigger, and ended her life
he thought about the cold pain with the platinum and ice
and he felt strong standing along with his new brothers
cocked the gat to her head, and pulled back the shirt cover
but what he saw made him start the cringine studder
cuz he was starring into the eyes of his own mother
she looked back at him and cried, cause he had forsaken her
she cried more painfully, than when they were raping her
his whole world stopped, he couldn't even contiplate
his corruption had succesfully changed his fate
and he remembered how his mom used to come home late
working hard for nothing, cause now what was he worth
he turned away from the woman that had once given him birth
and crying out to the sky cause he was lonely and scared
but only the devil responded, cause god wasn't there
and right then he knew what it was to be empty and cold
and so he jumped off the roof and died with no soul
they say death take you to a better place but I doubt it
after that they killed his mother, and never spoke about it
and listen cause the story that I'm telling is true
cuz I was there with Billy Jacobs and I raped his mom to
and now the devil follows me everywhere that I go
infact I'm sure he's standing among one of you at my shows
and every street cypher listening to little thugs flowe
he could be standing right next to you, and you wouldn't know
the devil grows inside the hearts of the selvish and wicked
white, brown, yellow and black colored is not restricted
you have a self destructive destiny when your inflicted
and you'll be one of gods children and fell from the top
there's no diversity because we're burning in the melting pot
so when the devil wants to dance with you, you better say never
because the dance with the devil might last you forever

Oh putain c'est quoi ce bloc ?
Nan mais je veux dire, y'a énormement beaucoup de mots dans les paroles là

Tokio Hotel - Durch den mosun

Das Fenster öffnet sich nicht mehr
hier drin ist es voll von dir und leer
und vor mir geht die letzte Kerze aus.
ich warte schon ne Ewigkeit
endlich ist es jetzt soweit
da draußen ziehen die schwarzen Wolken auf.

{Refrain:}
Ich muss durch den Monsun
Hinter die Welt
Ans Ende der Zeit bis kein Regen mehr fällt
Gegen den Sturm am Abgrund entlang
und wenn ich nicht mehr kann denk ich daran
Irgendwann laufen wir zusammen
Durch den Monsun

Dann wird alles gut

Ein halber Mond versinkt vor mir
war der eben noch bei dir ?
Und hält er wirklich was er mir verspricht ?
Ich weiss das ich dich finden kann
Hör deinen Namen im Orkan
Ich glaub noch mehr dran glauben kann ich nicht

{Refrain:}
Ich muss durch den Monsun
Hinter die Welt
Ans Ende der Zeit bis kein Regen mehr fällt
Gegen den Sturm am Abgrund entlang
und wenn ich nicht mehr kann denk ich daran
Irgendwann laufen wir zusammen
Weil uns einfach nichts mehr halten kann
Durch den Monsun

Hey !
Hey !

Ich kämpf mich durch die Mächte
hinter dieser Tür
werde sie besiegen
Und dann führn sie mich zu dir

Dann wird alles gut
Dann wird alles gut
Wird alles gut
Alles gut

Ich muss durch den Monsun
Hinter die Welt
Ans Ende der Zeit bis kein Regen mehr fällt
Gegen den Sturm am Abgrund entlang
und wenn ich nicht mehr kann denk ich daran
Irgendwann laufen wir zusammen
Weil uns einfach nichts mehr halten kann
Durch den Monsun
Durch den Monsun

Dann wird alles gut
Durch den Monsun
Dann wird alles gut