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Brut

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This one goes out To nature’s biggest mistake This one goes out To the disease that is mankind And if you think that I’m wrong Listen carefully and sing along I’m part of the problem Part of the disgrace I’m part of the problem So shoot me in the face
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Just a book written thousand years ago So what's the hook? Guess nobody really knows Who am I to decide Who am I to judge The ones who denied Base on those parables A talking snake in a tree A man trapped in a whale Bronze age stories And for some they still prevail Who am I to decide Who am I to judge The ones who denied Base on those parables Hey, listen to me, don't you agree That your dogma is full of flaws? At this point you might as well start To have faith in Santa Claus Of course not, who would believe That a man flies around the world Drops presents down our chimney In just one night, don't be absurd But the fact that one guy can hear Everybody whisper at the same time Doesn't seem to be that unreal For raptures believers and their preachers
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Could we ask for more? More nonsense, more abuse More evidence that we are here to loose And we all seem to say: Starve this child because I need a ride Sometime I’m ashamed Ashamed of living here Ashamed of being part of this And this feeling won’t disappear And we all seem to say: Who gives a fuck I got to feed my truck Sorry man but you and your family will have to wait Understand that our freedom of movement is at stake Realize, the machines are winning Tell Cameron that he was right And I guess that «Skynet» will soon be rising To finish the job by planning its final attack It’s the time to thank your god for irony When you got to this level of inequity It’s also the time to get on your knees And blindfold yourself to keep your mind at peace
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Standing tall in the middle of the ocean Stone figures on the shore of a cursed island That implore for remembrance They watch in silence as if unable To endure what they've witness Keeping memories of a bloody tale That we are sure to taste the bitterness If they could talk, they would probably scream, they would probably shriek Telling us to wake from our dream and to reckon a future so bleak They are the bystanders of Easter Island Massacre If they could talk, they would probably tell us the story of our future We didn't learn from the sacrifice of those Who where dumb enough to suppose That no matter how many trees are cutting down We're always going to be around
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L'Or Rouge 01:13
La larme à l’oeil Les actionnaires se recueillent Car les marchés sont en deuil En voyant périr leur portefeuille Ils parlent de chutes de prix effroyables En oubliant les victimes «négligeables» Alors les porcs à cravates Réclament un massacre D’avantage de sang Pour leur soif incessante Ne voyant là qu’un sacrifice excusable Contre une opulence inestimable Que des dommages collatéraux Pendant que l'or rouge coule à flots
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La cigarette sans cravate Qu'on fume à l'aube démocrate Et le remords des cous-de-jatte Avec la peur qui tend la patte Le ministère de ce prêtre Et la pitié à la fenêtre Et le client qui n'a peut-être Ni Dieu ni maître Le fardeau blême qu'on emballe Comme un paquet vers les étoiles Qui tombent froides sur la dalle Et cette rose sans pétales Cet avocat à la serviette Cette aube qui met la voilette Pour des larmes qui n'ont peut-être Ni Dieu ni maître Ces bois que l'on dit de justice Et qui poussent dans les supplices Et pour meubler le sacrifice Avec le sapin de service Cette procédure qui guette Ceux que la société rejette Sous prétexte qu'ils n'ont peut-être Ni Dieu ni maître Cette parole d'Evangile Qui fait plier les imbéciles Et qui met dans l'horreur civile De la noblesse et puis du style Ce cri qui n'a pas la rosette Ni Dieu ni maître Cette parole de prophète Ni Dieu ni maître Je la revendique et vous souhaite Ni Dieu ni maître
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Another day and so begins another play Where everyone's got his own roll Where everyone's under control No one's voicing their opinion no one's out of line You're in the wet dream of your government mind and every things fine Put on a smile because you're on the air They got an eye on you so you better beware Put on a smile and be prepared To see all of your freedoms been taken away Nothing to fear when you got nothing to hide So do as you're told and begin to fit the mold «Freedom of press?» don't make them laugh Soon you won't even have your human rights Don't worry fellow Christians you will be fine They will use censorship to protect your feeble minds What do you expect from a police state Put on a smile because you're on the air They got an eye on you so you better beware Put on a smile and be prepared To see all of your freedoms been taken away
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Another human tragedy just took place The anchor man delivers the news with a grin on his face What a disgrace, what a disgrace He knows the network guys will be pleased He's feeding the thirst of drama the viewer needs Fulled by their greed, fulled by their greed Always milking the story Main purpose of the day Always milking the story Until the thirst go away, so They milk it Broadcasting pain Caring of only one thing The ratings The only focus For this media circus 24 hours a day, 7 days a week It seems that all they can say Is obey to the fear Don't you realize That the opinions took the place of information Don't you realize People are dumber when you feed them with lies Don't you realize You're judgment as regress thanks to the merchant of distress Don't you realize
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Our Masters 01:19
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The following is to inform that I'm the one you're looking for A first breath in your society and I was blessed with immortality A slow transformation into a one man nation I'm the brand new monarchy that took the life of your democracy I never cared for the feelings of others So you branded me Branded me as a psychopath I couldn't maintain any relationship So you branded me Branded me as a psychopath Don't give a damn for the safety of others So you branded me Branded me as a psychopath Deceitfulness, for my profit So you branded me Branded me as a psychopath Never felt guilty for all the things I've done So you branded me Branded me as a psychopath I refuse to conform to your laws So you branded me Branded me as a psychopath You witness all of this and kept in mind Ignorance is bliss It's not a resignation I'll carry on my domination I'm the godfather of the milk mafia Keeper of the rich man's utopia You call me a corporation I call myself your new religion
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À force d’observer L’évolution d’une société Qui semble se complaire Dans sa médiocrité Tranquillement se déconnecte Car la normalité lui semble infecte Assurément se barricade S’isolant de la masse par cette façade À force de chercher Une quelconque vérité Il se retrouve face à face Avec une évidence qui l’agace Certitude contradictoire À ce qu’il pensait (supposait) croire Gardant sa rage dans l’étouffoir Se cherche une béquille pour desserrer sa mâchoire Misanthrope à temps partiel Face au miroir, face au réel Nihiliste de fin de semaine Confronté à la nature humaine À force de se butter Aux aberrations de l’humanité Qui n’a même plus la prétention D'essayer de trouver une solution Certitude contradictoire À ce qu’il pensait croire Gardant sa rage dans l’étouffoir Se cherche une béquille pour desserrer sa mâchoire Tranquillement se déconnecte Car la normalité lui semble infecte Assurément se barricade S’isolant de la masse par cette façade Misanthrope à temps partiel Face au miroir, face au réel Nihiliste de fin de semaine Confronté à la nature humaine

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released October 26, 2011

Nicholas Routhier - Drums
Alex Gingras - Guitar
Patrick Limoges - Vocals
Stephan Carmignani - Bass

Maxime Bergeron - Additional Vocals

Mix by Yannick Sarrazin
Mastering by Greymarket Mastering
Cover Art by Jeff Simpson

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