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This is the sadness of the rich white kids An anthology of meaningless fights A fashionable anti-fashion stance for you A sellout witch hunt for the others As if we were carrying the world’s burden As our eyes were the wettest But how can’t we see they’re only Gold drops in an ocean of misery Am I freer cause I’m a godfree scumbag? We’re out of step with the world, but I swear It’s easier when you’re the one deciding not to belong I swear it’s worse when you aren’t choosing your stigmata Roads aren’t the longest while going town to town Borders aren’t that bad when crossed for noise and poetry This is the sadness of the rich white kids.
This ain’t marianas trench But who cares if it’s deep enough? You can still stay on the bench The landing might be rough You better keep your bathing cap Some of us lost their hair Go back to the wooden board There’s no way you climb up there ‘Cause this is where we dive Head first! Head first! This is where you die.
7:38 02:08
An early phone call and everything fades A sobbing voice and you already know Did the earth stopped turning Or is your soul spinning backward ? 0-dark-hundred might be shattering All around is the devil and the black blue sea Your worst fears are weaker than you are No option but to bear down You never knew how strong you were You’ll miss them forever And you’ll never be the same again But in the end your worst fears are weaker than you are
Like the Argus far behind the Medusa A glow in the gloom filling their heart She touched my soul and made it dance A quiet sea with a few waves moving in harmony Naked and dying, her hand on my ribs I’m dwelling in the shelter of the Most High [Renz] Take off your hand You don't need me no longer I know why you're holding me I am not the first You are not insane It's your pragmatic answer You think you can win Even if you're cursed Let me slip in the water Watch my soul dance To the dark abyss And let you drive into this
To get closer to the sky we might disappear In a colossus of rock and ice as a coffin Just to feel the harmonies of the spheres To experience the vibration of heaven Frozen hands and frayed ropes The route is rough and so are we We’re climbing Parnassus We’ll find our way up We’re going for the sky, but we won’t plant our flag And if the end is nigh, we won’t plant our flag.
Ausfahrt 34 01:48
[Flo] Blinded by the shine Facing a human tide But please remember That the grass is greener On the other side One roundabout away Only a few miles away from you
Colors are fading, corners are folding, Dull memories, brighter times. Souvenirs and frame blending slowly. Am i fading away ? The shades that last are in my head, The green of the pines, the blue of the walls, The grey of the sheeps, the red of your car. The ink inside our hearts. I know you miss us all. There is a bird singing inside of his cage, And there is a boy asking for his brother. Souvenirs, frame.
We’re mostly trying to avoid silence Fearing the void and filling in the blanks We’re swallowing stones to spit magma There is a place where silence isn’t deafening Where the asphalt isn’t bruising and where the sun can’t burn your cornea Notes to awaken dreamers : Forget about the memories Emptiness is the only thing that matters
Autobahn 8 02:20
The Heat 02:47
Statement : Every aversion is not the same Speeding ticket and constant ID check There’s a prison to fill and they ain’t coming for me They never checked mine, so why am I screaming louder? Why am I even screaming? Long story short, we’re hating cops as a sport Punk attitude, but we know they ain’t coming for us Let’s face it, we’re not a threat, we’re not a danger There’s a prison to fill, they ain’t coming for us. We’re not the ones they chase
From skin to the bone (Grey, grey, grey) Ain’t no light to go trough From home to the woods (Dust, dust, dust) Ain’t no light to go trough From mars to the clouds (Void, void, void) Ain’t no light to go trough Sun, leaves, warmth, trees, a blind eye is turned This night was cold, so cold Light was far (so far) I know I can (count on you) Oh please, hear my plea I implore the night to listen, oh please go away. A contribution to the chaos, my part of the ongoing mess « Who rides there so late through the night dark and drear? The father it is, with his infant so dear; He has the boy well in his arm He holdeth him safely, he keepeth him warm. "My son, wherefore seek'st thou thy face thus to hide?" "Look, father, the Erl-King is close by our side! "Oh, come, thou dear infant! oh come thou with me! For many a game I will play there with thee; He reaches his courtyard with toil and with dread, – The child in his arms finds he motionless, dead. »


released May 4, 2018

Recorded live, engineered and mixed by Amaury Sauvé at The Apiary Recording Studio in Laval, FR
Mastering by Brad Boatright at Audiosiege Studio in Portland, USA.




CONTWIG Strasbourg, France

Chaotic hardcore from Strasbourg, FR.
DIY, antifascist, antisexist, anti capitalist, gay positive.
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