Calm Like A Bomb

Bercé. Ca m'a bercé. There's a mass without roofs There's a prison to fill There's a country's soul that reads post no bills There's a strike and a line of cops outside of the mill There's a right to obey And a right to kill. Et je ne peux pas rester indifférent. scientific baby. Mettez-vous dans la tête d'un adolescent de 14 ans, qui crie ces mots dans sa tête à 3h du matin. Stroll through the shanties And tha cities remains Same bodies buried hungry But with differen.
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