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Massive world destruction with passive word infection Nothing could be free without the price to pay Good intentions could be bad solution Robert with the Manhattan project are one exemple Ten thousand people are singing in the walhalla Ten thousand people enjoy their chemical therapy Ten thousand people are missing in their family Ten thousand people enjoy their nuclear trash It's a race to the nuclear domination Nothing could stop this amazing ignition The green revolution is almost a vision Hippies must go back in the future Watching a movies is the safety solution Until the end of the world’ salvation Drinking ten thousand strong beers With your best friends in a few minutes Could be the better way, yes oh yes To blow away himself, yes oh yes
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I have nothing to explain Why the sound of the rain Push my soul to the sun And soiled my body I have bonding my art By the way you are Many screams and tears Are singing along I stop my treatment months ago Cause nothing replace The breath of living My chemical addiction Push me on the top the roof All is all right I trip anymore, still fussy My pills in my mouth Bring me out The real meaning of this song
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Les Corps 03:28
Les corps se comptent par milliers Trépanés par la finance en transe La violence du silence me terrasse Et je me régale de cette pestilence Trop tard, trop tard, le monde se remplit de barbares Trop tard, trop tard, le monde se garnit de connards Frappe du sceau de l’angoisse Les populations tardent à l’action Frontal ou bien mental Psychique ou bien mystique Trop tard, trop tard, le monde est remplit de couards Non pas que l’on ne puisse Pas se tromper plus d’une fois Profite de l’innocence En pleine conscience de la chance cynique D'être dans ce monde en panique
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Dominik 03:27
No fear no shame for this man This vicious guy is lost He still can’t remember Feeling never comes again He feel like cute super hero In violent fight He still want to forget Feeling never comes again Never too late fuck To take a whore Is just a game I’m feeling God I just wake up what happen during the night Black sweet woman walks in the room dressed in white I feel growing my dick and raising up the sheets I’ll always be not guilty I’ll always be not guilty This country will follow this big comedy masquerade I’ feel like gonzo clown catch in the best scene No shame, no fear no tears, no pain You can turn off your television curtains falling down The tits, the boobs Are bouncing on my head It’ just a game, I'm feeling god I’m super lier I’m super cheater I’m super Man Never to late fuck To take a whore I just wake up what happen during the night Black sweet woman walks in the room dressed in white I feel growing my dick and raising up the sheets And This Man says not guilty And This Man says not guilty
5.
Lying in the dead grass Face to the ground Burnt by the hot wind My back to the sun Ultraviolet rays have no compassion They fall like a burning hungry rain Without the pain That could be cool The bullet in my head is ringing The bullets in my legs are dancing The bullet in my dick is singing The bullets in my body are living That could be fun in a video game That could be fun in an action movie But I'm just a lonely soldier Alone in a flat field I’m gonna die alone In this (virtual) battlefield
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3 Maidens 02:40
I feel the nails that are scratching, bleed my skin I feel the violence is soiling all my holes I’m still a maid Hiding my face Behind a mask Preparing revenge Here’s my wound I’m retaining my tears I wait for time to fight And kill you for your sins Witch, I try To gather the three ones I know that with my maids We’ll torture you until you die You did’nt break my soul I’m strong in my brain I’m gonna break something That you made me, what is wrong ? And we will push you, swine The witch (will) guide my hand Expiring your last breath You soiled the three Maidens Within in our eyes Hell arise I wash our hearts again We are the three Maidens I’m looking for A world without a rape And will to live again We are the three Maidens
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We start the night in a full happiness Nothing will undelight this biblical mess Mother and sister forget their hurt Brother and father share their hurt It is time of left the world And no regret about this fucking age We digging our holes ourself Since a very, very long time I read the ancient signs The meaning was clear to me We all soon will die Apart for those who hide It is time of left the world And no regret about this fucking age We digging our holes ourself Since a very, very long time In a couple of days Earth will be be blown away The Mayas' timeline stops I'll burn burn like a doll It is time of left the world And no regret about this fucking age We digging our holes ourself Since a very, very long time Fuck of the Mayas They tried to kick my ass Fuck of the Mayas I'll survive their lies ! It is time of left the world And no regret about this fucking age We digging our holes ourself Since a very, very long time
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I don’t want you to talk no more, I loose control Don’t wanna loose my neeeerve I stay alone and breath you’re silent and it’s well Don’t wanna hear you no moooore Don’t wanna use my brain, I want you to shut uuup You gonna break me down You gonna break me You break me, you break me, you break me down Break me dooown You break me, you break me, you break me down
9.
The Fall of Hyperion – A Dream - CANTO I Fanatics have their dreams, wherewith they weave A paradise for a sect; the savage too From forth the loftiest fashion of his sleep Guesses at Heaven; pity these have not Trac'd upon vellum or wild Indian leaf The shadows of melodious utterance. But bare of laurel they live, dream, and die; For Poesy alone can tell her dreams, With the fine spell of words alone can save Imagination from the sable charm And dumb enchantment. Who alive can say, 'Thou art no Poet may'st not tell thy dreams?' Since every man whose soul is not a clod Hath visions, and would speak, if he had loved And been well nurtured in his mother tongue. Whether the dream now purpos'd to rehearse Be poet's or fanatic's will be known When this warm scribe my hand is in the grave. John Keats - 1819
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DIY 2.0 04:16

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released March 27, 2014

Recorded, Mixed & Mastered @ Vegas Records

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ROBERT OpeNightmare Toulouse, France

Ce power trio toulousain pratique depuis plus de 20 ans un power rock massif influencé par tout ce qui peut engendrer une réaction en chaîne : du punk rock d'où il tire ses origines en passant par le stoner et tous ses dérivés. On peut situer le groupe quelque part entre Therapy? et Danko Jones avec une pointe de Mastodon.
Sept albums et plus de 300 dates à travers toute l’Europe
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