02-25-2008, 08:56 PM
La lumière s'éteint. De la musique commence à se faire entendre.
The Hell March
Un spot illumine un piédestal, où un homme joue d'une énorme guitare de métal rougoyante. Il est seulement habillé de protections de football américain. Lorsque le morceau se termine, il fait un petit bond en arrière et explose le promontoire d'une énorme coup de sa guitare. Il s'approche alors du ring et s'y propulse d'un saut de plusieurs mètres pour atterrir en son centre. Il arrangue alors la foule, cherchant son soutien pour les affrontements qui vont suivre. Il se remet alors à jouer et commence à chanter
The Fight Song
Fight, fight, fight, fight fight, fight, fight
Fight, fight, fight, fight fight, fight, fight
Nothing suffocates you more than
The passing of everyday human events
Isolation is the oxygen mask you make
Your children breath into survive
But I'm not a slave to a god
That doesn't exist (fight, fight)
But I'm not a slave to a world
That doesn't give a shit (fight, fight)
You'll never grow up to be a big-rock-star-celebrated-victim-of-your-fame
They'll just cut our wrists like
Cheap coupons and say that death
Was on sale today
And when we were good
Just closed you eyes
So when we are bad
We'll scar your mind
But I'm not a slave to a god
That doesn't exist (fight, fight)
But I'm not a slave to a world
That doesn't give a shit (fight, fight)
The death of one is a tragedy (just blow your mind)
The death of one is a tragedy (just blow your mind)
The death of one is a tragedy (just blow your mind)
The death of a million is just a statistic
Fight, fight, fight, fight
Fight, fight, fight, fight
Fight, fight, fight, fight
But I'm not a slave to a god
That doesn't exist (fight, fight)
But I'm not a slave to a world
That doesn't give a shit (shit, shit, shit)
But I'm not a slave to a god
That doesn't exist (fight, fight)
But I'm not a slave to a world
That doesn't give a shit (fight, fight)
But I'm not a slave
Fight, Fight
But I'm not a slave
Fight, Fight
God doesn't exist...
God doesn't exist...
God doesn't exist...
God doesn't exist...
Il lève alors sa guitare dans un geste victorieux, comme si les jeux étaient déjà faits...
The Hell March
Un spot illumine un piédestal, où un homme joue d'une énorme guitare de métal rougoyante. Il est seulement habillé de protections de football américain. Lorsque le morceau se termine, il fait un petit bond en arrière et explose le promontoire d'une énorme coup de sa guitare. Il s'approche alors du ring et s'y propulse d'un saut de plusieurs mètres pour atterrir en son centre. Il arrangue alors la foule, cherchant son soutien pour les affrontements qui vont suivre. Il se remet alors à jouer et commence à chanter
The Fight Song
Fight, fight, fight, fight fight, fight, fight
Fight, fight, fight, fight fight, fight, fight
Nothing suffocates you more than
The passing of everyday human events
Isolation is the oxygen mask you make
Your children breath into survive
But I'm not a slave to a god
That doesn't exist (fight, fight)
But I'm not a slave to a world
That doesn't give a shit (fight, fight)
You'll never grow up to be a big-rock-star-celebrated-victim-of-your-fame
They'll just cut our wrists like
Cheap coupons and say that death
Was on sale today
And when we were good
Just closed you eyes
So when we are bad
We'll scar your mind
But I'm not a slave to a god
That doesn't exist (fight, fight)
But I'm not a slave to a world
That doesn't give a shit (fight, fight)
The death of one is a tragedy (just blow your mind)
The death of one is a tragedy (just blow your mind)
The death of one is a tragedy (just blow your mind)
The death of a million is just a statistic
Fight, fight, fight, fight
Fight, fight, fight, fight
Fight, fight, fight, fight
But I'm not a slave to a god
That doesn't exist (fight, fight)
But I'm not a slave to a world
That doesn't give a shit (shit, shit, shit)
But I'm not a slave to a god
That doesn't exist (fight, fight)
But I'm not a slave to a world
That doesn't give a shit (fight, fight)
But I'm not a slave
Fight, Fight
But I'm not a slave
Fight, Fight
God doesn't exist...
God doesn't exist...
God doesn't exist...
God doesn't exist...
Il lève alors sa guitare dans un geste victorieux, comme si les jeux étaient déjà faits...