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DEVORE - MOUVEMENT A
03:27
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4 PROJET KAD - OH, MAN !
06:35
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Une p'tite maison
Et un très beau jardin,
Du calme jusqu'à ce qu'il y'ait un nouveau voisin
Pour ne pas se sentir seul
Il s'achète donc une chienne,
Et il fout fort sa zik
Et il casse les couilles avec sa chaîne.
Et voilà, et ça r'commence
A chaque fois que je marche dans mon jardin
Merde - la chienne d'à côté
Elle commence, putain, à m'aboyer d'ssus
Putain, j'me sens plus chez moi
A cause de ce putain de chien, quoi.
Il chie jusqu à ma maison
Avec son son de merde ce gros con,
Et il n'éduque pas sa chienne
Qui m'aboie d'ssus dès que je jardine
Ce gros-gros lard, (ouais, ouais)
Alcoolique notoire,
Prétend aimer la musique et l'art (ah bon ? ah bon ?)
Mais il n'fait qu'm'memmerder j'en ai marre
Nan mais sérieux j'en ai vraiment marre les mecs là
Nan mais j'ai pas d'chance merde
Odeur d'barbaque, du verre pété
Des yeux d'ahuris quand j'vais l'voir et que j'lui demande de m'respecter
Et quand j'lui d'mande de faire taire sa chienne
Il l'fait pas !
Et quand j'appelle la mairie ou les gendarmes
Ils s'en foutent grave...
J'aimerais bien l'empoisonner à la girardiose
Mais faut qu'j'oublie !
Alors elle va continuer à aboyer
Encore, et encore, et encore...
Oh, man !
Quand est ce que tu va acheter un collier anti aboiement ?
Oh, man !
Tu me promènes depuis bientôt un an !
Oh, man !
Tu baisses ton son tu m'fais péter un plomb !
Oh, man !
Putain mais j'suis à deux doigts de te foutre un gnon !
Une métaphore, t'es juste un gros $!:!$=
Tes sons tu les gardes dans ton salon
C'est bon !
( Putain maintenant ça va, quoi !)
/// Le pire connard de l'univers
Transcendance du beauf français
Sale petite merde, sale %!=!?.:! ///
Je vois à travers ton sourire de niais,
Toi le µ*£!:;*= , le con d'la lune,
Que tu vas bien m'en faire baver,
Après ma plainte on verra bien c'que dit le juge.
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5 DEVORE - MOUVEMENT Ω
04:11
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I pictured the Void as a radiant supernova
Irridescent : Serpentine egg - vibrant cobalt
I crushed the divine pigment, mixed it with the opal oil
On the canvas, appears a shape : a trio of red cardinals
While I was painting, the Three start to pray, a great psalm of fury,
When anger severed the silence, I drew a sapphire compass
A portrayal
"It's like the floor in the Japanese pot,
That's what makes it so superb.
There's no beauty without the wound.
Lucifer was the most beautiful angel, that was his fatal flaw."
Praise the dynamic lines while your nose bleeds
Scarlet drops will really look great on slush
Honor the Vultures : offer yourself a castigation
Maleficent felons obey the laws of the Cobalt rites
"I just like to make one picture that would annihilate all the rest.
A violent fusion or the past or the present.
Just like to make one picture that would annihilate all the rest.
Concentrated into a single, raw sliced open nerve."
Conical hoods for the ritual,
Propagates light
An azure gradient under my brush, an infernal fire
With terror, I saw the canvas turning into red feathers
Stained by cobalt, only remains the haunting chant of a cardinal
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7 WYNTER ARVN - WE LIVED
04:39
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A mourning sun
Bitter hail, some summer rains
Drowned in bloody mud,
She lingers : the Omen of Betrayal...
She's the knife and the Augur
Pierced bowels and pretty smiles
We, black mass of leftovers
Decrepit crowd, we fear no rites
She is legion
Castle of bones, cathedral of sand
Nose broken with a wooden bat
And the jaw split in half : observe the ritual
A black marble statue stands in the middle
Cold stone effigy, pestilence irradiates
At night, right at the street corner
Maybe you'll have a glimpse of Satan
A pile of shards, some broken glass
Crown of feathers, for the betrayal
And if she commands to cut your own throat
Do it
Though all men do despise her
With some cyanide and bactine
Forget it
But she will call your name, again and again, and again
I saw through her lovely smile
A three-eyed skull, the Mourning Star
Though all gods do despise her
We shall unveil this Omen
We mixed the card game
Unveiled the true Queen of Diamonds
Fragments of treason, in the shrine of fall
She's the knife , the harbinger
Pierced bowels, pretty smile
May your hope be buried in the holy ground,
Test your faith in her verses and her voice
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