Candles
AnthropoceneDon’t welcome them, with their poisoned gifts
They desire to spoil you, steal your presents offered by earth
Their aim is enslaving you in a everlasting addiction
Lost in the great hunger of consommation
They will lie to you, marketing as they said
Never say which pain and chains you’re signing for
All opposite voices are gagged, with silence or sound
This is the world they want and we will endure
Liberty is fore sale, by yours before they do
I don’t want to eat food i would vomit without its chemicals
Refuse to be racketed to drink a water they polluted then purified
Take a credit for an object obsolete object before you finish to pay it
Never satisfied, never satiated, us, citizen junkies
This is the world they want and this is the world we will endure
Liberty is fore sale, by yours before they do
Hazardous and threatening technologies are their support
A world where security is an economical coercion
I refuse your gifts, I refuse your way of life, and if I could have the choice
I would rather chose the candles