Tamper with our minds
Play the harps de nous coeurs
Do we not stand alone
Must we be thought of as a whole?
His night, has come
And we'll dance his wish
Don't let him touch ton ame
Or is it too late?
We're all consumed by fate
The fate the contoler demands
Fear is his command
Fear of life, fear of treason
So this is existence without reason
The truth buried in liles
Our hate consumed by fear
Rebellion put asunder
Strings on our arms
Pulled by his will
Dance to his beat
This isn't what I fought for
Under the controller's eyes
Donnez-moi a little more fear
I'm lost dans m'ame
Fear is his command
Peur de vie, peur de treason
Existence without reason.
Our souls are fading fast
This moment is our last
Thoughts are treason
We think by our strings
We're growing obidient
Steadfast, we're pulled.
The controller, he watches
Laughing days away
Tu ris quand il dit
Tu mours quand il dit
Fear is his command
Fear of life, fear of treason
Our existence is without reason.
The truth we have
Is found in our deaths
There's nothing in our lives
Except his hollow lies
And his guiding strings
This is the will I am
Our time is gone
No individual is born
We're as one
And as one we go
Fear is his command
Peur de vie, peur de treason
Existence without reason
Is this a darkned light?
Answer to his call
The dimming night
Has come upon us
Be pulled by your strings
Fear induced
Quand you hear the sound
Of a rolling thunder
Il joue avec ton tete
To deystroy what made you man
Fear is his command
Fear of life, fear of treason
Existence without reason
Dance to the master's pull
We'll follow as you lead
N'oubliez pas to send us home
We'll be lost
Without his power
And forgotten in his lies
When it comes to be
He promises a new light
At the end of our tunnel
We're just following a lie
Fear is his command
Peur de vie, peur de treason
This is existence without reason
There is no hope
In his world
Books be damned
Outlaws be exiled
Thought is the only crime
Dans cette enfer
So this is what it's like
To live in hell
Under his will alone
I'll never know myself
Fear is his command
Peur de vie, peur de treason
Existence without reason
So this is the last time
Where are our minds
Ou est nous ames?
If they aren't
But being held
Dans ses mains.
There are no bonds
Except the puppets strings
Can't we fight
What happened to our souls?
Fear is his command
Fear of life, fear of treason
This is existence without reason.
