1. STABILIZED

Under influence of indo, eclectic music that's the we are, not lyrically peaceful not passive about music ain't no forcing ourself, we feel the sound which runs into our veins. Technical, said by so many, you'd betta know that this delirium ain't pushed by booze.
Only rejected by metal business.
Decently we hope to persevere again, since adolescence
Stabilized to set sights high.
To shoot at sight hookers whom offended us.
Cos' metal business is puffed, driven by cash, yeah ! Here that's how it is.
Explicit 666 soon on the edge of precipice, cos' so many suck and betray, just for a mainstream riff ! We ain't misrepresenting our style !
Don't follow, don't suck, buy that, our investment ain't into chance
No sound disguise, no sponsor yet, fresh wear but natural and official,
The watch word will remain for “the five” of us “...”
I don't give a fuck, so much disgust and loss of money.
We ain't the bad ones but there's a end to baskstabbing bwoy. Show your splif to avoid your nose to see red. So many betrayed the style, playin' nice guys but fucked on the reverse side ! Into metal music, too many faggots speak loud to say nothing. G.T.I new brutal metal thesis for a bunch of fake so called bad boys surrounding us, too serious for me. So many fasten on to, with no step back don't take off under booze, relax, it ain't no school we don't sing for the dead, only for the living and stay fuzzy, natural, pure not sold. Stabilized to set sights high and if your aim ain't to shoot us down, visit us honestly but not by the net criticism. You bought “Utopia City” you ain't a good sucker but you have good taste. Don't stress jealous !
Sheep run into wolves !


2. SMOKY

Staggering is what we use that's understandable facing so much worries.
I persist to think that it's the good pastime for a teenager unaware of what is blood carries. Something you can't sum up without a good sound !
Unlawful hastens me on the beat
To improvise, with if possible a whole possee of friends who pose with booze drunk, K.O for a while like tramps. (Smoky !)
Under indo, more than high that's how I like it I have desire
I use it I ain't no bored I'm stone just for a pastime
According to what's going on
But I ain't tired of clogging me up to the heart
At the risk to crush my life
That's what I say cos' with no bad mood, busy since a teenager
Until only a few minute ago.
With the elite, hashish, booze, maria, marijuana
Which drive me illicit, almost screwed
At the risk, with no driving licence to drive my car.
I'm on the edge of the shaft, of the abyss, yeah, peaceful against the worst, cos' sometimes I like this two faced plague life which holds me alone to make me finallay come to light...


3. SPHERE

You lovely sphere, riderqueen of our destiny, under protection by the almighty in all your sequences.

This sound to distort eardrum in purpose and rock your whole self. It's all about x-rated motherfucking breakdown, for all those selfish sons of a bitch in recognition for her, now go to confession to make it up.

Your creeping discomfort, like human paralitic disease.
Suffocated, oppressed by our attitude, obstinated to the bones.

Day by day your hopeless will to live declines, your wounds grow inordinately through your painful slow death.

Your decision to reveal downfall for all.


4. SOUNDSUCKERS

So many false people are into sound !

And the effects are felt, that it it does not run into their veins.
Those fuckers ammas such a tidy sum acting like crooks thanks to their mightly filthy sound.

With time, fastly destined to die.

Don't we already know them as born dead, in the middle of good CD's drown in the masses.

Growing fat by thewad that's bold !

Into that bisexual music business disfiguring disc trays

Sad that those poisonous are into sound, large nauseating section of records so cynical
Behind the call of word for word

That's sure that for dough so many suck for one hit that is in the bag !


5. SCOLD

Police, for them everything is allowed, think themselves too polite, it's desastrous and nervous, free for the blood of the innocent, sometime pitiless, I feel it.

I often feel hatred cos' racist in that case, rasta and weed buster it must stop !
In clique, full of gossips, but run off and hide in the cellar, a helmet on top under crack ! Hunting what ? Ripping off tactlessly, committing jackal acts, here comes the the fascists pact, that's clear, draw the golden curtains of forces of law and order, fucking hell, everything upside down, put them down on all fours, may they be submitted, may we fuck them with no end, grab the c4 hidden in the locker's cartel, that's clever to go so far as to pull out tue yeyo out of the asshole of those pigs.

Police ain't no peace ! That's the way you want me to tell it.
A rice grain incinerated in your brain you don't deserve the badge, it's awful yeah; that's cop A.K.A SS with that sound bwoy, I repeat designation
That's the way it is, keep quiet !
Before going on put some balls on, before the knocks, before you hunt and load the cartridge, rhytmically in time watch out who you shoot, you tremble coward, men in blue.


6. SCANDAL

In absence of listening wise advice given by the ancients, years passing by and everything is getting dirty.
So much lost traditions but without being a nostalgic scum? End of every fucking thing.
Even if I'm a lunatic.
Some bullshit is hard to swallow, those lines to point out the beginning of the end of a cycle;
Hand craft designed, the man created the good for evil.
That's where it starts, brother, in our dangerous rise which drives us
From laughter to tears, stop imitating the weak, time to break new ground
Into positive creation of the ancients, doubtful behind piles of machines,
Soulless scrap heaps, killing us.
Hey bosses, stop applying the law “I do what I want when I want”
By holding our hand everyday like an hypocrite and pull down our arms into hell the next day, and we'll bite the entreprise's dust.
That's how it is, you'd better not ignore it kids, and generations to come.
Here we suffocate, everywhere we go, by facing pressure and any form of repression. That's how it is, everything clogged, like our vitel gasoline dixit oxygen, too hurted, too contaminated to be loved so fuck it all !
Nothing is encouraging to straighten too many critical situations at degree zero on our independent sphere.
Enough, sum up, it takes too many hours of script, you only have to take a look around to get indifferent you know.


7. SHAME

Might maroon a baby, destined to a defenceless youth, without any milestones and losing control !

Three months, baby, you're a future human conception just started out.
Whether you were expected or not, it adults face up responsabilities.
Four months, at embryonic state you're becoming a foetus.
Hey mommy, do you feel my gesture ?

He's waiting for you with open arms, so do the same at his birth, before coming with harmlessness into this bitch life, even if it's hidden in his subconscious, basically his first thoughts are : “Fuck you”.

While hoping that his man ain't a weak, and that he will acknowledge his progeny.
Six months already viable.
Nine months time has come, first cry, first scream, maybe for ever, umbilical cord ruptured, no matter if it's with a shard or a wirecutter in a dilapidated slum.

Mommy, may you give him landmarks and choke him with affection, never repudiate him and give him what he never asked. Protect him, guide him, accompany him until the out of conclusion of his education.


8. SERUM

(Instrumental)


9. SUNLIGHT

Shippin' on an exotical rum through a straw
Which stris up my taste buds, collie weed in hannd
To get my eyes red in a lively vanilla tase.
OK, unstressfull existence, here we are, sunset on my golden island.
On my bed this sweet and bright sand,
I fall asleep, naked, embracing my goddess under palm trees,
Smearing up with coconut milk
Gorging ourselves with guava and full of fruity flavor,
Exotic food, sweetned, and digested at midnight, foot caressed in coral.
Enough of those uptight suit ties, better at kickboxing and juring than listening, I will never sell off so many harmful terms for this concrete cell.
Representing this society I belong to.

To avoid the cynicals and the indifferents,
From Atlantic to Pacific,
To this slow motion world where pacifism is established
In regard of all this, I'm not that sad, and you ?
What catches more your attention ?
One dough, two stress, three joy of living, I think to get the second choice you have to go through the first. Hey man, every dream has a cost !


10. STATUS QUO

Sprot ain't the law of the strongest, fake ones are focused on gold but run away at the least effort. Shout out to the real ones, especially to the rider who sticks to his skateboard, outside, moneyless, sleeping under a bridge without breaking loose ! Piss off !

Until packing up the floor of a wrecking skate park, getting busted to get to another level. Status Quo, that's the fact, billions of green each month
That's not the case, a six pack, only at every falling in the park while skating at every kick to ride, you have to pay, to spend, be sure it's not that easy to buy DC shoes bwoy ! Yeah !
Of course Zidane is laughing while checking the style but what about guilty conscience ?

About Ferrari, don't make me laugh ! Like a traitor Schumacher is making tons of cash every hour, having fun while overblowing the mile meter.

The bloody stupid poor people, unaware of your wealth, idolize you, that's the cushy shame of fake sport, one day of retribution could feed thousands of down and out children's mouth.
Underneath they are moneyless.
Beneath only worryless. Leeches full of cash !


11. SCARECROW

Too many animals, too many collapse beforetheir time homie that's sad
Stay aware homie, I pour some ink. Barbarism, I write, I sum up in a landscape hooked by a slipstream of tears and blood.
Human, yeah, so called friend but fake to love them, jerk off, ceapon in hand
Dance at the gun dealer, drawing the fate of his feast, hey you
Don't come to test me through the CD. I'm the one to smoke you bastard poacher.
Poacher, if you had known I'm gonna, if I catch you, slash your arms
Knock you up and down, kickboxing you, feeding the sharks or the hyenas in the savannah, that fits the same !
You bitch, freshened up, togged up, one hundred per cent bestially filled.
Fashion show, disguised, sponsored hunter, turn the coat rather than occulting the slaughtered. No joke stopping is sacred, those oceanic bleeding harpoons maximum overkill enough thrill, writing, moving on up stop it shouts out to WWF...
Meat hook, what the fuck !
So much baby seals, stocked secretary's coat cut out to bottom, well sized up, signed by tormentor.
Don't keep under silence, feelingless, dismembering alive hundreds of endangered species.
It gets usual and the more I know man the more I love my cat.