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Soliloque

by Maudiir

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1.
Toxic Cloud 05:25
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
2.
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
3.
Residue 04:30
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
4.
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
5.
CH₄ 05:44
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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released April 7, 2023

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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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