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Confused – lyrics by Saphi

I am living in a perfect cyclic and mechanical wait
Panoramic brain but segmented vision
A sequence environment
A life as hard as my work is fragmented.
Confused I am confused
In this cage have to defend the bars, I turn around like a rat, like a dog, like a madman. Its endless. I wait chaos to be done with the future. In this sophisticated system i am a gardian and policeman. Nobody asked me anything. I stay awake, look out and supervise. I am so ready than I am showing a zeal !
Confused I am confused
Ther is no doub we are not enough protected : number badge camera biometrics implant on the products animals patients and prisonners and tomorrow the whole world. Menawhile I am festive and depressive, free and addict. I have to enjoy enjoying and long to longing. Thats all, that will or will not go.
Confused I am confused
Hand out sticks to the crowd they end up scourging themselves, forget and cry, and then we will say never again. Psychology is used to possess before you to possess me. I am paranoïde better than naïve.

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Si tu passes/if you come – lyrics by Cécile

What if you come?
And see no one around
Or if one comes
And sees only me or no one
What does it change?
Ask yourself this—
This question—this very question
What if you die?
Before your time has come
Yes, if you die
And no one’s here to mourn
What does it do?
Ask yourself this – not for too long –
What does it do?
What if you overcome
The limits created by all and none
And if you build
Your own future all for yourself all by
yourself
Think you’re alone ? Think others
don’t ?
Ask yourself this think about it
Ask yourself this think about it
What if you hold
Me in your arms so tight I burn
And if you’re bored
And are growing empty and dull
Think why for who and what for
Ask yourself this
This question
This very question
What is my fear ?
And if your voice
Is whispering about instinct about
hormones
You’re getting bummed
Trying to know where’s the voice
from
Is it your choice ? What ?
Why is there so much choice ?
Ask yourself this
What if you fail
To understand once and again and once again
You see the frails
debating this arguing that all to your face
Ask yourself this – this question
Are they all right ?
What if you dream
Always about the past that is long gone
That you must do,
scream ?
that you must fight about issues about like
Like what ? Are you out of this time ?
Ask yourself this.
YouThink. What do you believe in ?
What if you chase
Ideas all in your head hurting your brain
And if you crash
Alone when the whole world is right out there
Ask yourself this
This question. This very question
Are you the one in charge of your life ?
Are you the one in charge of your life ?
What if you come
…
What if you die
…
What if you hold
….
And if you come
And if you die
And if you hold me …
Don’t believe in all you’re told
Don’t believe in all you’re told

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Les villes/Cities – lyrics by Saphi

Cities are rich and fertile meadows where idle minds are docile. I can’t remember anything. I’m naturally tense and stiff.
A tranquilizer and I am quietly tranquilized. It’s my own suicide. I suddenly thought of it, but I can’t do it. You have to live to die. To die from living!
I’m in agony. I’m suffocating. I’m suffocating. I want to vomit, it smells like life. The taste of Man disgusts me.
And you, are you laughing?! Are you really laughing? You’re afraid of the condemned man. You’re crying too. And me, I’m nothing, that’s good.
I’m fed up telling myself that things aren’t going well, but that tomorrow they will! Tomorrow won’t be fine and I already know that! I want nothing, I want everything, I’m far away.
And what’s your ideal? What do you want? All you do is dream, and you spend all your time talking about what you’d like to be and what you’ll never be. Full of principles and full of ideas, theories, compromises, promises without tenderness.
You’re right, carry on, no one will hold it against you, they’ll just say that’s what you are:
A destructible reflection in an unspeakable mirror, and all I see is the monstrous, cannibalistic face of my desires that devour me, constantly aborted, frustrated and murdered. I’m a monster among monsters. I’ll never come back from this. All I do is spin and fall. I know I can’t fly. I’m a prisoner in a body that has gradually become transparent, tired and worn, a cumbersome body that needs to be got rid of.
To continue living, things inside me have to die now. At this moment I finally die. Yes, I die inconsolable. Happy are the hearts that squeeze.
Between order and disorder, order has chosen me and this is disorder: my life.

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Hypnose Générale/General Hypnosis – lyrics by Saphi

The body is mutilated
The mind is devastated
But the client is satisfied
Artificial smile imposed
Hypnosis is general
Anaesthesia is local
No brain to meditate
You have to live and forget
But the hospital will erase you
Superficial desire inflicted
Hypnosis is general
Anaesthesia is local
Security control
Totalitarian entertainment
Hypnosis
Local or general, the solution is radical
Funeral hypnosis for an ideal extreme
Security hypnosis
Totalitarian anaesthesia
We wish for nothing more
Tomorrow we will be far away
Hypnosis is worldwide
The drift is fatal
Hypnosis is general
Anaesthesia is local
Security control
Totalitarian entertainment
Hypnosis… hypnosis…

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Made in Asile/Made in Asylum – lyrics by Saphi

The clinical buildings look at you and see you, hear you and bury you.
All in high-tech. Made in Asylum.
The publicity never stops shouting, no one complains, I don’t say anything myself.
All high-tech, Made in Asylum.
I’m going to pull myself together, outdo myself, disobey and carry on, all in high-tech.
Pleasant never existed
Everything is so repulsive for sedative purposes
pleasure-pleasure-distraction, pleasure-pleasure-distraction
Ready-to-eat food for the hungry.
All high-tech, Made in Asylum.
In the new town, everything is in ruins.
Less solid, but more squalid.
All high-tech, Made in Asile.
I’m going to shoot you, Made in Asile.
You’ve already hurt me, Made in Asile.
Everything must go. All in high-tech, Made in Asylum.
When I’m in town with the security guards
In the countryside it’s a carnival
I stay at home, going round in circles.
I terrify you but you reveal yourself
All high-tech, Made in Asylum.
I’m about to crack, this has got to stop, I’ve really had enough!

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Persistance et Résistance/Persistence and Resistance – lyrics by Saphi

There are important and very influential politicians supported in the shadows by very powerful people who dictate to them which way to go. And if you add to that the convergence of enormous interests – because there are always individuals whose interests converge – you quickly find yourself, and this is the case, with an entire society that has moved away from the common sense needed to continue living together. On the one hand, we have a state that holds all the powers and has interests that run counter to those of the population, and on the other, we have weakened individuals who are increasingly more and more subject to drudgery, exploitation and taxation.

We are living in a sort of modern Middle Ages, and they have understood this perfectly well. Politics is the art of disguising the truth. No skills, just pretence. There are no ideas, only opinions, and since everything is a matter of opinion, it is very difficult to form a truly accurate idea of the situation. Judgement is therefore false and discernment is nil. This is the factory of lasting consent. All that’s left are proposals, each just as crazy as the last, and people who are just as delirious to agree to them and implement them.

But when these same important, influential and powerful men in the shadows have at their disposal the means to lash out at the population through the media, they inevitably do so, and against that we cannot defend ourselves, and how can we protect ourselves against an invisible and armed adversary?
This silent war against the population could be likened to a higher form of modern coup d’état!

It’s no longer a military junta or an armed group fighting against an existing state, but an entire political and economic organisation that is giving itself the means to protect itself against the population by basely attacking it unceasingly with ever more restrictive measures and laws, all with the sole aim of staying in power. They have all bought into the idea of a society of ultra-security control in which every individual must be detectable, transparent and identifiable, and indeed we ourselves would have difficulty imagining the opposite. Prison lies ahead.

There is such a confusion of situations and issues that it makes it almost impossible to see the whole picture. We can’t be surprised that today a large part of the population has given up without really understanding what’s going on.
We are passively, and sometimes violently, subjected to the omnipresence of the state and its desire to interfere more and more in our intimate lives. It’s a real war of attrition.
We are rats in a laboratory.
It’s often said that revolutions can’t be stopped, but it all depends on who’s in charge.
We are a population for which, unfortunately, there is no longer any hope.
Good luck.

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The more I see (the less I beleive) – lyrics by Saphi

Don’t compare yourself to gods
Becomes as cruel as them
As always we feel dying
Guilty for what we have not done
Guilty for what we’d like to do
The more I see the less I believe
Waiting in prostration for providence
Our explanations are excuses of slaves
Our freedom is not a vain hope
The more I see the less I believe
Chains our doubts
Our certainties the bars of jail
Our desires are dreams of action
Revolution is also fasle
Understand the liar is a leader
I see your life before my eyes
The more I see the less I believe
All guilty and innocent!
We don’t want to find peace in a consistent world
The consistency of this world is war!

If life is a gift happiness is a murder

The more I see the less I believe

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Rappel/Reminder – lyrics by Saphi

Dans la brûlure de ciel je t’aime toujours je me consume je souffre. J’attends le dernier moment.
In the burning sky I still loving you. I am burning away and suffering. Waiting for the last moment.
Il n’y a plus place où nous sommes en paix. J’ai tout le temps de t’aimer. Je reste dans ma maison avec mes bruits et ma folie, on va s’amuser à jamais résister.
There is no place left where we can be at peace. I am staying at home with my noises and madness. We gonna have fun never to resist.
Le soir avant de me coucher enchaîné à ma liberté je rêvais que tout allais s’arrêter. J’ai tout le temps de t’aimer la guerre est dans le monde entier.
At night before sleeping enchained to my freedom I would dream that everything was going to end.
We do longer wish anything four ourselves tomorrow we will be far away. I have all the time to love you. Now war is everywhere, thank you.

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Derrière la porte/Behind the door – lyrics by Cécile)

My name is ——- and I’m 90 years old,
I washed up here – there are a lot of us – behind the door
I like it here
but for some time now
I’m being watched
I feel it – I live it
I have heard
I heard laughter
Through the door
From my bed
Not that I’m being hurt
But down the hall the other day
a month ago, or two days ago, not yesterday
I heard everything, they moved her
The old lady next door
x3 I get the days mixed up
No, I remember very well,
It was the day of the sad, all the sad.
They took her away – behind the door
If I had known, if I had been able
I would have talked to her – for a month
in the corridors
But I can’t walk – I would have got up
Besides, I can’t see her any more –
Nobody said a word
Show nothing, swallow nothing
x3 I don’t understand anything
I know that when people disappear, it’s because they’re dead or locked up. Nobody told me she was dead. They locked her up.
x3 I don’t know them
I’m talking to these old women! Other old women. And what happened to them? The locals don’t reveal themselves.
I’ve got too much time, still too much time, only too much time!
If I could talk… I’d like someone to explain things to me.
If I could go away – fall asleep peacefully – like people used to die.
God forgets me.
x3 I don’t dare speak any more
No, I keep all these things to myself. I keep all these things to myself -suffering- that’s all I know how to do –
suffering for others – working for you – in silence – I don’t talk to anyone – you never know – they’ve moved it – I can hear them talking – behind the door – what were they doing – why the cameras – they’ll find out everything –
It doesn’t matter what I’ve done
It doesn’t matter what I said
It doesn’t matter who I am
I’m 90 years old
Behind the door
I’m waiting to die quietly ‘God willing’.
No !!! I am forgotten.
No matter what I’ve done
No matter what I said
No matter who I am
I’m 90 years old
Behind the door