1. |
Panem Et Circenses
02:44
|
|||
|
Panem et Circenses
We walk, straight
Infinite human parade
We're back in the ranks
To the slaughterhouse
We're not indignant anymore
School made us obedient dogs
We can’t dream anymore
Because all heroes are traitors
Two thousand years later
The rich and powerful or steel living
But nothing changes
While we are trying to survive
They always keep us chained
Technologies and weapons evolved
It's strange
But nothing never changed
We don’t try understand anymore
Factories made us robots
We don’t ask questions
TV made us idiots
All the treasures have been found
We don’t even try to get’hem
And those guys (those men), up there
Who keep them well hidden
There is only one thing to do
For dogs screaming to death
Screaming, screaming, screaming louder
Bark until our last breath
Kick trashes
Burn the stage
Sing our rage
And scream again
|
||||
2. |
First Attack
03:54
|
|||
|
The day is coming
Today I commit myself
To the most violent
Brigade of France
Order, honor
Courage and justice
Let's do it
Front line of the police
When will the first attack come
Get off the truck,and keep ready
To listen instructions as if a god dictated them
Everybody in rows ! Well Aligned !
Like kids ready for the parade
The crowd’s comin’
I imagined them older
But the fury
Has no age
It’s necessary to lock them in a cage
When the job will be done
The words and the rest
Will fall on the ground
They will understand that their place is down
Weapon in hand
Tension is growing
Hidden in a toxic cloud
Don’t feel anything
I hit
A jaw gets ripped off
Saliva on the lips
I'm looking for a new prey
We are an army
Of enraged dogs
Ready to cut off
Any desire to fight
Now they are disarmed
Knees on the ground
They begin to sing
The fist in the air
POLICE EVERYWHERE !
JUSTICE NOWHERE !
POLICE EVERYWHERE !
JUSTICE NOWHERE !
My name is Sam, I'm seventeen, I live in
a small city
I'm studying at Jaques Prévert school
and I'm French
They made me believe that I was born
In the land of freedom
Of thinking, expressing,
Today I am the enemy
Attacked, trampled, poisoned
Because I think, because I read
Because I try to find my place
Because I dream of freedom
And liberty
I get up to scream my indignation
Shots were raining to shut me up
Tomorrow I will make the headlines
Another kid killed
Another kid killed, for freedom
|
||||
3. |
||||
|
This is the story
Of a vagabond
Who goes down the road,
town to town
He's young
Head full of dreams
Someone tells him "come with me"
Hi kid,
I am the trader.
If you listen to me,
You’ll live old, rich and long
Trust me
Look at me
If you make money your god,
He’ll be good,
To you
Sit Down and follow me
Look at the dead trees
Here I build a factory
To make poor people work
To their agony
And when they’ll be dead,
With my body,
Will make food for their families
Yo, I'm a fucking winner
As dictator
I lead the world
Open the mouth
When I spit on the floor
Better than god I am the new creator
Come with me
You’ll be
Powerful, fearless, And so beautiful
The vagabond runs away
But in every city nothing to do
The trader and dictator are there too
Talk, talk and talk, and piss him off
Buy and sell, waste your pay
(it’s) raining bank notes every day
Look at (the) poors and the tramps
They’re very funny
They’ll do, everything you
Want just for money
Give them (to eat) fast food crap
They'll become happy and fat
You can sell’hem expensive drugs
To look like dolls.
And when they got sick, you’d unpluged
The machine that keeps’hem alive
Because the boss, is you
So, let’s become good friends
You and me
Follow me
In life you can have
No mercy
To reach the top
Crush all those who face you
All our leaders do
So why not you ?
So why not you ?
Go away
Fuck you
Go to Hell
You and your friends
Liar !
Son of a bitch
I hate you
All those of your kind to
Shut up !
I wanna a new world
No liar
No racist
No facist
No rich
No poor
No intolerance
No war
No misery
No hell
No eden
Only earth, humans and music
|
||||
4. |
D.L.H.P.
06:04
|
|||
|
Please let me do the presentation
We are the children of a sick France
Ruled by a miserly young king
Corrupted by money and power
They are, all
We move in the mist, blind, searching light
Nobody guides us
We’re alone
When the show begins
You discover the children of a lying state
On the guitar the man dreams of success
More blood on his string than in his veins
His betrayed hopes
Faithful to a life that fucks him up
Hung on his 4 strings to stay alive
He doesn’t even know if it’s harder to
Live or to suffer
Bass in hand, like a sharped sword
Waiting for the day of fucking revenge
Prisoner of a world that’s to absurd
The drummer knocks to call for help
Nobody will come to open the door
But he wont stop
He wont stop
He wont stop
Still in the shadow
He illuminates the scene
With the spot light
To hide his darkness and hate
And me, I'll leave soon
But my voice will stay here
To curse all those
Who abandon us
We lost our time
And our minds
But we still have
Drugs Love Hate Pain
We lost our time
And our minds
But we still have
Drugs Love Hate Pain
We lost our time
And our minds
But we still have
Drugs Love Hate Pain
Just one last time
To keep in mind
That’s all we have
Now, Affect never dies
|
||||
Affect Nantes, France
Influencé par des groupes comme Comeback Kid, RATM, Stray From The Path ou The One Hundred , AFFECT ne s'embarasse pas avec
les étiquettes et donne un bon coup de pied au cul au paysage hardcore.
Furieux et la rage au ventre les nantais s'émancipent de leurs glorieux ainés pour s'affirmer comme une nouvelle référence avec laquelle il va falloir compter !
... more
If you like Panem Et Circences, you may also like:
A brand new record from one of the best metalcore acts around.
go to album
A HOMELAND DENIED: A Compilation for the Palestinian Liberation
by Hardcore 4 Gaza Initiative
featured on Bandcamp Radio Feb 2, 2024
go to album
The Body Is A Burden
by Tired Minds
Another satisfying dose of metallic, sludgy melodic post-hardcore from the Newcastle, Australia-based outfit.
go to album
Fusing ’90s metalcore, ’00s vaporwave, and ’20s cybergrind, the Texans' debut showcases an unprecedented unholy trinity.
go to album
No Roses on My Grave
by Vamachara
featured on Bandcamp Radio Apr 28, 2023
go to album
A Eulogy For Those Still Here
by Counterparts
From riffs and production to hooks and breakdowns, the Canadian metalcore veterans' seventh album ups the ante in every way.
go to album
Blackening Skies
by Into The Silo
Chicago deathcore outfit Into the Silo torch everything in sight on this searing new LP with riffs that will leave bruises.
go to album
