I got class, I got style.
This little cheeky grin will go for miles and miles.
I am the reason being you sit in front of me,
I am the reason being you're sitting comfortably .

I got class, I got style.
There's never been an even better time to die.
I got class, I got style.
Who knows why?
Tell me everything I wanna hear, coz'..
Never been a better time to die right now
Never been a better time to die right now.

I got looks, I got groove.
An ever loving set of friends I'd never choose.
I am the reason being they have identity .
I am the reason being they have no enemies.
I got looks, I got groove.
There's never been an even better time to lose

I got looks, I got groove.
Its ya move, make ya move, move!
Tell me everything I wanna hear, coz'..
Never been a better time to die right now
Never been a better time to die right now.

Male humming

Male humming

They say that knowledge is a weapon
And ignorance is a big ass fucking dildo
They sharpened their blades on slow brains and supersized egos
Their knightly act is a bloody fraud
King's sword lays deep in the people's rock
They swore five billion peace and plenty
Turned seven into junkies with greed and gluttony
Now twelve billion crowd this celestial rock
And they keep up the good work, like they don't give a fuck

Bees are dead, plants need sexual assistance
Eden has turned to sand in an instant

Melted ice had the oceans rise,

Fear the mice, kill the rats, 'cause medieval plagues are back

Soon humanity's trial will begin

Will the snake be a scapegoat once again ?
Will the eyes stay sealed face to the blood spilt ?
There is no innocence, only 50 shades of guilt

Who fell for their tricks ? Who thought it legit ?

Who funded this shit ? Who's fucking hands are clean ?
Who fell for their tricks ? Who thought it legit ?
There is no innocence

The Horn is empty, resources are rare
They're licking ivory for crumbs to spare their despair
People are scared, they're fucking wiggling, crawling like insects
They think planting three trees will avoid the tempest
They're trying so hard it's laughable, hoping for a miracle

From fear to hate, the trial starts today
The fall begins, wings are ablaze
They'll cheer their states, the trial starts today
The fall begins, it's fucking checkmate

Haunted and scared, seeking the shelter of a cave, we crawled down a burrow
Down below, remains of a fallen world, signs of the elders and carved on iron plates, a three ray sun

Curious and hungry for treasures of the past we crawled deeper, and deeper, and deeper and at the earth’s core we met the divine

Eyes rise to the sky, we're terrified
Two sun shine, our paths divide
Cherish the vine or the artifact
Witness the gods comeback

We scan the climes

Look around
Look around and see the ruins of our past glory
Have we forgotten ? Have we become this weak ?
Will we kneel, accept defeat ?
Are we but ghosts of a lost humanity ?
Fuck no, Fuck the horn, Fuck the willow
Chaos must be reformed
We’ve lost a battle but the war’s still on
We’ve bit the dust but we shall rise as one

we’re walking on a rope, above
above the void we stand alone
we’ve been going backwards this whole time
taking future blows from behind
one day we’ll fall

cut the trunk roots will still grow
flowers blossom through the snow
now we’re walking on a rope
we can choke it with smoke
life will prevail

Utopia must burn
We are the ones that did not ascend
Untouched by light, Unburnt by flames
All hail the liver and the snake

We’ve been given a second chance, a fresh start
A blank page to lay down the words of our new civilization
We must claim back our throne at the top of evolution
Join the symbiosis, accept absolution
We must bring back the golden age
We are but a link in life’s mighty chain
We will not live like beasts
Mankind’s fortune doesn’t grow on trees
This utopia is a fucking deceit
why should we take the path of failed men
why should we return to the wolf’s den
we need a change of scale

Make this world great again, or make it right
Build walls, divide the land, or unite

Je mourrai sans un bruit
Dans tes bras la camarde,

Tu cueilleras mon fruit

De ta main blafarde

Généreuse, tu donnes

l'infini du néant,

Cet air que tu fredonnes

Me prendra dans l'instant.

Tu me berceras mère,

Cajoleras, griseras

Souffleras la chimère

Que mon cœur baisera.

Le secret de ma vie

S'éteindra avec moi,

Dans tes bras alanguis

Je ne serai plus moi

I will die without a sound

In your arms grim reaper

You will pick my fruit

With your alabaster hand

Generous, you give

The infinity of the void

This air that you are humming

Will take me in a moment

You will rock me mother

Cuddle me, make me swoon

Blow the chimera towards me

That my heart will embrace.

The secret of my life

Will die with me

In your languid arms

I will no longer be me.

Onomatopoeia