Weirdophrenia

by TRAUMATISME

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1.
Happily ever after Is not how we were meant to be Hand in hand we walked together But I have finally found the right key So be gone and fly away There are hundreds lost souls who wait So be gone and go away I don’t want this burden to bear Please don’t darken my door Don’t come back no more I’m finally freed from my chains I blow you one last kiss You will not be missed I hope we won’t meet again In my new world that lies ahead All my friends are dead All those nights you were by my side When nobody else was there for me Thanks to you it helped while it lasted But today it’s time to set you all free So be gone and fly away I am no longer sick at heart So be gone and go away The course of life has torn us apart Please don’t darken my door Don’t come back no more I’m finally freed from my chains I blow you one last kiss You will not be missed I hope we won’t meet again So be gone I don’t know what the future holds There certainly will be tears to shed But in my new world that lies ahead... Through the looking glass I looked at the man’s bright eyes And fell in love with him While waiting in the wings I always knew that good things Come to those who wait Please don’t darken my door Don’t come back no more I’m finally freed from my chains I blow you one last kiss You will not be missed I hope we won’t meet again So be gone I don’t know what the future holds There certainly will be tears to shed But in my new world that lies ahead All my friends are dead When I look back on yesterday One thing I always wanted to say Is that I never loved you anyway
2.
Please ladies and gentlemen Give a round of applause to me Little starstruck fellow citizen Raise your hands and get down on your knees I breathe only to be glorified You seem so small from my golden eyes So I get up on my feet And give the rabble what they need As long as I get paid to live above my means I'm the King of the murders by numbers Slaying every wannabe on his way to the charts From the top it feels so fine to be a puppet Chainsaw Charlie is behind the scenes pulling the strings I live for fame and entertain Until the blood drops on the dance floor So glamorous and fabulous An infamous superstar fiend Everybody loves me until the big next thing declares war A glittery competition to be the sluttiest number one Because you hung posters of me on your walls But someday I will be gone beyond recall So I will take my clothes off and shake my skinny tush If that is what it takes I'm ready to show off So be warned, I will give you something to remember I will let the world witness the vestiges of my dignity When I ride on the devil's rollercoaster I won't stand it if you all turn your backs on me I live for fame and entertain Until the blood drops on the dance floor So glamorous and fabulous An infamous superstar fiend You will have enough of my dubious escapades You will throw rocks at me and spit on my face And when I die unexpectedly I will sit back on my throne While I’m turning into a bag of bones
3.
Every day when I watch television I witness the world's latest collection A parade brought to me to brighten my day Hundreds of bodies dress up the pavement Stains of blood on the walls are so current Throwing bombs to each other and loving it Death is the new normal The air I breathe is lethal I eat my breakfast watching breaking news Those random tragedies have become so inspiring All dressed up to the nines I will meet you in the headlines tomorrow morning Goodbye I'm pouting on the catwalk that leads to my coffin Tonight Spending hours fitting in my dressing room Looking for an outfit to highlight my gloom Smileys and happy faces are so last year I should also make use of my fingers I must shed fifty pounds to look gore-geous I will get rid of my skin to tempt the dead Some fashionable freak on national TV Guarantees record audience ratings If I follow the trend will someone finally notice? All dressed up to the nines I will meet you in the headlines tomorrow morning Goodbye I'm pouting on the catwalk that leads to my coffin I'm looking forward to look flawless Every season of the year I'm gonna share a selfie Of myself cutting my wrists For the whole world to retweet And everyone will follow me to the grave You all will be my friends I'm hanging by a thread with this gun at my head Watch me become the next cover fiend I will stay relevant You will remember my name
4.
Don’t you mind us borrowing a few precious moments From your meaningless existence? Count on us to constantly remind you To never forget your life belongs to us The clock is ticking You have to wake up early tomorrow A man’s work is never ending The sandman is coming Start counting sheep and keep your eyes closed Until your prisoned mind starts fainting Pledge allegiance in obedience Follow the rules you worthless little tool Heads are rolling as time is fleeting Singing with pride the clockwork lullaby Wake up it is already three o’clock in the morning Don’t be late you are expected Don’t check your watch every second You are needed all week And minutes won’t fly any faster Pledge allegiance in obedience Follow the rules you worthless little tool Heads are rolling as time is fleeting Singing with pride the clockwork lullaby You are just another number without a name Roll up your sleeve because work is good for your health Forget yourself and let your body command Never say a word You live to suffer
5.
The price of being a wolf is loneliness He is howling at the moon, hiding in distress We feed him until he becomes useless Then track him down for his differences The price of being a sheep is boredom We were raised to become lords of fascism We were told that misfits do not deserve The title of acceptance we once earned Piggy is on the run, gonna hound him uptown Cover your face or we will beat you to the ground Piggy is on his last legs wearing a brown gown Shrieking with pain is the jewel in the crown Who cares to hear when a helpless lamb cries? Our mission is to carve the thing with a smile Oh what a tasty sight to hammer the knife And to divide the waste into slices Piggy is on the run, gonna hound him uptown Cover your face or we will beat you to the ground Piggy is on his last legs wearing a brown gown Shrieking with pain is the jewel in the crown The flyaway is on display To God we pray for what is in our plate We are gonna hunt down and chase him at a rhythmical pace We are gonna meat the black sheep We have a place to maintain at the top of the food chain We are gonna meat the black sheep We will bring him to the gallows just to please our own ego We are gonna meat the black sheep The punishment is supreme because he is not a human being We are gonna meat the black sheep We are gonna tear him to pieces and sell it to the masses We are gonna meat the black sheep We are gonna scalp his soiled skin and eat it with extra cheese We are gonna meat the black sheep We will devour his flesh, make a feast and ingest We are gonna meat the black sheep The scars on his face and the dirt on our hands The law of the jungle prevails and you’re never too young
6.
I really do think I’m getting old Why would I listen to sounds without anything to hold In my prime people used to socialize And buy records at the local store But today those do not even exist anymore When the trendy kids go to a show They watch the entire gig through their up-to-date telephones Tell me why don’t they enjoy the moment While it is happening before their eyes Instead of saving it to watch it later in small size Where is my generation When we turned our stereo on It is a whole new brand Things got out of hand I don’t understand this teenage radio hell Let’s talk about record companies One of the biggest conspiracies of the last century They think they know what people like to hear And the way it should be packaged They treat our ears with disposable fast-food garbage Now music has become digital And it belongs to the thieves but more power to the people It is worth a used handkerchief but in the meantime It looks rad on their little screens And may God prevent the day their machines all sink Where is my generation When we turned our stereo on It is a whole new brand Things got out of hand I don’t understand this teenage radio hell You cannot walk somewhere without being brainwashed by noises Then they possess your head to never get out of it Goddamn! Turn it on, turn it up Clap your hands and stomp your feet Turn it on, turn it up Just shake your hips to the beat This masquerade has lasted far too long All the fake rebels need to take an everlasting vacation Their fifteen minutes of fame must come to an end They finally have to be sacked It is time to give the radio back to the maniacs
7.
Brain Drain 04:28
Those whom God has joined together Let no man put asunder And join hands to the only true things that matter Much to our elders dismay We wake up to a new day To enter in our land of leisure And we don't care about our world being an illusion Trapped in a web we are on our holy mission To sit at a desk and click We need a brain drain We are computer geeks You know at one glance We are playing hide-and-seek If the living dead rule the earth Then we will all survive Because we are capsulized Having a brain drain We don't know about romance And we don't have any friends Except legions of virtual nameless What is the point of socializing When you can live in a dream Made up of little dots on a screen? And we don't care about our world being an illusion Trapped in a web we are on our holy mission To sit at a desk and click We need a brain drain We are computer geeks You know at one glance We are playing hide-and-seek If the living dead rule the earth Then we will all survive Because we are capsulized We need a brain drain We are computer geeks And our existence on this planet is somewhat bleak If the living dead rule the earth Then we will all survive Because we are dehumanized Having a brain drain We don't have time to think about The stuff that is happening outside We fight for our little private wars instead And we don't have nothing to say But we are gonna do it anyway So let us put our helmets on and have a drain
8.
The kitty in the kitchen walks around cautiously Locked home alone and looking slovenly She lives to please her master and purrs resignedly When the touch of his skin fulfills her needs She hides behind the sofa when he is angry red She is at his disposal but not allowed in his bed She fears those lonely nights When she wishes she was someone else One fateful day she woke up after a busy dream Crawling along to do her daily tasks A genie in the bottle appeared miraculously With the promise to make out what she asked “Just make three wishes“ he said “I will make them all come true” “Do you dream of a place where the sky is bright and blue?” “So let your voice be heard if you deeply want to be rescued” The kitty in the kitchen is wounded to the core She is walking while relieved with a face you can’t ignore All her hopes were not vain As she found a home away from home
9.
Remembering the blessed day When you took my heart away There is one lesson I have learned Love can be a simple word Or either a sentence So with these hands I thee wed Shall leave this word unsaid Because every rose has its thorn Fairy tales and unicorns Always end up into shreds You were the only one for me I will miss you sincerely, my darling My snow white Prince Charming You are looking divine Being my cold blue Valentine Paranoia is awareness Excessive I must confess But I had to be a man And do something to prevent You to leave with someone else You were the only one for me I will miss you sincerely, my darling My snow white Prince Charming You are looking divine Being my cold blue Valentine Now I'm sure that you are mine My freezer became your shrine Now you will never get old As your blood is running cold While you are turning into gold
10.
High Spirits 06:33
It was a beautiful evening Everyone was crying The trumpets were playing with no other sound When we nailed the coffin underneath the ground This was rather unfortunate But somewhat quite delicate To say one last goodbye to our dear friend When the cause is deliberate Poor little diseased thing High spirits took the core of his skin We heard them serenade with other cancers within Poor little deceased thing What remains of him is gone for a spin Far away in a land where all rotten lungs can win As we laid him down to sleep With empty faces allegedly brave We all prayed the lord his soul to keep Because there was not much else to save We were all deluding ourselves Well aware we were in denial But some events should be left unspoken Even if everyone knows what is to blame A helpless need to take sustenance For his ropey liver to dance Such a guilty and sorry sight To see him consume with delight Poor little diseased thing High spirits took the core of his skin We heard them serenade with other cancers within Poor little deceased thing What remains of him is gone for a spin Far away in a land where all rotten lungs can win What a shame because we all knew And we all saw the consequences But we were all very careful Not to put an end to this It was none of our concern There were many signs along the way We assumed that they could wait Just a thing he needed was someone To hold out an hand to him Before it is too late But when he stroke just another match Rumbles came out from his mouth There was no time left for him to croak As this stale air made him choke Poor little diseased thing High spirits took the core of his skin We heard them serenade with other cancers within Poor little deceased thing What remains of him is gone for a spin Far away in a land where all rotten lungs can win Ashes to ashes, dust to dust His body has returned to earth Now we mourn the loss of our beloved friend From a lifelong battle he could never win Nothing is all he ever earned But the chance to sleep with worms The moral of this story we all learned That his journey to paradise May never be authorized Because drinking like a fish ain’t nice
11.
Humor Tumor 05:12
Hello? How are you doing? Tell me your secrets Are you just having a bad hair day Or maybe you always look bored Do you want a rope? Maybe I can help with this What is wrong? Why are you mourning? Look in the mirror, what do you see? You may not be responsible for the face you have But you are guilty for the face that you are making Humor must be a tumor I look around me and all I see is unhappy faces Maybe they are just hiding Because when you are seen while laughing They think you are nuts Wake up, it’s a brand new dawn Don’t be a sad clown You are a blank canvas so take a pencil Put some colors everywhere I dare you to care about yourself It is never too late Oh come all you faithless Be gentle and joyful Cause life is delightful So join our sect today Together join hands Do not be so morose And put on your red nose Before we hop the twig Human nation is fueled by friction and devastation Drowning in its delusions without any derision People have no expectations, complaining in suffocation This misconception of revolution is aberration Human nation is fueled by friction and devastation Its celebrations are driven by mind alterations They are no more blinded by illusions No more greatness aspirations Trapped with endless reproduction But where is the fun? Oh come all you faithless Be gentle and joyful Cause life is delightful So join our sect today Together join hands Do not be so morose And put on your red nose Before we hop the twig Why so serious? Have you been hit by a bus? Let me paint a smile all over your face Enjoy little things Make yourself die laughing You will never find happiness until you try Life can be dreadful But crack a smile Surrounded by fools But crack a smile Don’t be so cynical Just crack a smile Your repressed hate inside left unsatisfied Needs to burst out while being happy as a clam

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Produced, Composed, Recorded & Performed by
Nicolas "Traumatisme" Tifagne

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released November 27, 2014

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