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• Artiste: Annabel Lee
• Titre: The Quiet That Kills
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Washing my hands in the kitchen sink 400 years of blood Washing my hands in the kitchen sink with the finest soap Who are your gods? Are they on their way here? Who are your gods? Won’t you summon them dear? No, man You don’t buy it No, man It’s a riot Yes sir That’s the quiet that kills Put on my face and I braid my hair 400 years of theft Put on my face and I braid my hair, spray the number nine Who are your gods? Do they see what we do? Who are your gods? Are they in denial too? No, man You don’t buy it No, man It’s a riot Yes sir That’s the quiet that kills We colonize a space and time Gouging out my pale blue eyes Dignity spared for the guns and shrines Who are your gods Who are your gods Who are your gods Who are your gods? Do they know what we’ve done? Who are your gods? Did they see us and run? No, man You’re still quiet? No, man You’re compliant Yes sir That’s the quiet that kills Yes sir That’s the quiet that kills