Letras
True violence, the one nobody thinks about
If you ever try it, it'll haunt you deep inside
True violence brings human kind to an animal condition
Somewhere in a country a naked woman is hidden inside
A locked and cold dark room
Beaten and drugged, hit many times a day
Jabbed, jabbed, jabbed without her consent
To make her, addict of smack
Once her masters, have torn appart you'll find her lurking in the street
Ya aucune raison de se branler sur la violence
Mais tellement de raisons de cracher dessus sans abstinence
There is no need for violence wankers
We should spit on it without resistence
I have never faced true violence
I don't wish it, even my worst ennemies
There is no need for violence wankers
We should spit on it without resistence
I have never faced true violence
I don't wish it, even my worst ennemies
True violence ! Human kind is much more fierce than the worst savage beast
L'être humain est plus atroce, que l'animal le plus féroce
Ya aucune raison de s'branler sur la violence mais tellement d'raisons d'cracher dessus sans abstinence
Somewhere in a country
Overun with madness
A man's on his knees
Bound and powerless
The witness of his family's slaughter
Sliced up by a cutter
Right before gettin a bullet in the head
Real shit is true violence
There is no need for violence, we should spit on it without resistence
Y'a aucune raison de se branler sur la violence
Mais tellement de raisons de cracher dessus
Je prône le violent dancing, rien à voir avec la violence des abattoirs
Le Pitfloor est un exutoire, où les frères exécutent des figures sur des riffs de bâtard
Un pur style d'expression libre, où chacun chasse ses démons dans les règles de l'art