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Toxic Cloud
05:25
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This is the dawn of the obscene
Of twisted figures in the dust
Traitors painted vulgar stains
Broken frames of burrowed pains
Creeping slow, the toxic cloud
Engulfed the city through the night
Too late the warnings came for flight
Burning death from the sky
This is the dawn of the obscene
Of twisted bodies left to rot
Merchant tyrants with moral stains
Paint the world with acid rains
At steady flow, the toxic cloud
Engulfed the city through the night
Too late the warnings came for flight
Burning death from the sky
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2. |
L'Éloge du Cuivre
05:02
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Come forth from this earth, heathen
Flames burn bright to a refined hue
Come forth from the heat of the crucible
It shall pass but nothing will be left after you
We laugh at your pain, your medical issues
We own your case, there’s no need to deny
When cancer eats at your lungs, there’s really nothing new
We pay you today
We laugh at your games, your radical views
We own the land, there’s no way to deny
Climate disaster, it’s really nothing new
We play you today
Come forth from this earth, heathen
Profits run high as toxic fumes
Clay at the bottom of this reservoir
Drink your death, Cantarella digs the tomb
We laugh at your pain, your medical issues
We own your case, there’s no need to deny
When cancer eats at your brain, there’s really nothing new
We pay you today
We laugh at your games, your radical views
We own the land, there’s no way to deny
Climate disaster, it’s really nothing new
We play you today
Come forth to this land, civilized
Come forth the greed of criminals
We laugh in your face, at your chemical issues
We own your case, there’s no need to deny
When cancer eats at your lungs, there’s really nothing new
We pay you today
We laugh at your games, your radical views
We own the land, there’s no way to deny
Climate disaster, it’s really nothing new
We own you day and night
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3. |
Residue
04:30
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Seeping into your brain
Artificial incentive
Rooted under your skin
To be synthetically cognitive
Flowing in your bloodstream
Swayed by the addictive
At safe harbor level
Running in our veins
And bonded to the frame
At high level death claim
Leaching into your drink
Damaging toxins
Creeping into your system
At cellular level
Poison in your bloodstream
Doomed by the additive
At safe harbor level
Running in our veins
And bonded to the frame
At high level death claim
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4. |
Regarde au Ciel
04:41
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Quand la mer reprendra ses droits sur la terre
Quand le ciel te tombera sur la tête
L’œuvre de ton dieu tu ne sauras qu’en faire
Il ne s’ra point temps de rassembler des prières
On dit qu’c’est sous haute surveillance
Mais y’a jamais rien qui change
Tout l’monde fait juste de son mieux
Mais ça s’ra toujours trop peu
Réveille!
Quand la Mère te dit qui s’rait p’t’être temps d’changer
Faudrait p’t’être pas trop tarder à l’écouter
La réalité frappe pas fort à’ porte de l’ennui
Si on s’fie à’ file qu’y’a pour l’modèle dernier cri
Le dernier cri
Autant en emporte le vent
Toute ‘tait ben beau avant
Ben écrasé s’ul divan
On s’en crisse tu d’tes romans
On dit qu’c’est sous haute surveillance
Mais y’a jamais rien qui change
Tout l’monde fait juste c’qu’y peut
Et ça pourra pas être assez
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5. |
CH₄
05:44
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The slum I call my home
Your waste is my trade
The filth breathes on its own
But lately this rash has been quite a bother
And the sky is now obscured
Crawling a mountain of trash, move like a rat
Scouring for scraps, sifting through litter
Health don’t matter when you can’t have dinner
Foul air and toxic water
Rid my skin of scale and blister
I call it my home
But it burns on its own
Sitting on a mountain of cash, you’re a rat
Trickle down the scraps, down the shitter
Wealth and power, up high in your tower
Foul air and water leach
Blind my eyes and grind my teeth
I call it my home
But it burns on its own
The slum I call my home
Your waste is my trade
The filth breathes on its own
Foul air and water leach
Open sores and troubled sleep
This is my home
And it burns on its own
It burns on its own
There’s nowhere to go
But it burns on its own
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Maudiir Montreal, Québec
Maudiir is a one-man black/thrash metal project. An outlet for observations on obedience and industrialization riddled with
man-made waste.
F. (ex-Deeply Confused, Tears for the Dead Gods) is also currently leading prog/thrash metal outfit Trinity Blast.
Maudiir is F.
Band logo by Dopesmoker www.instagram.com/dopesmokerink
All cover art by bergZ duborddelabille.blogspot.com
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