No One is Innocent is now a French alternative rock band created around Kemar and Kmille (composer of the underground electro band UHT) founded in 2003 (Kemar bought the rights of the name to the other musicians).
Le Poison
No One Is Innocent Lyrics
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L'instant où coule le poison dans tes veines.
Qu'elle est triste la colère de celui qui la vit suppliant la race blanche en noyant l'utopie et pendant l'agonie il faudra vivre encore la démocratie le retour en ordre.
L'instant où coule le poison dans tes veines.
The lyrics to No One Is Innocent's song Le Poison address the pervasive and corrosive nature of violence in our society. The first stanza depicts the insidious way that violence can infect and spread within a community, as citizens become willing to carry out orders from a violent clan and eventually become blind assassins. The repeated refrain, "L'instant où coule le poison dans tes veines" ("The moment when the poison flows into your veins"), serves as a metaphor for the moment when a person becomes infected with the toxic ideology of violence, and their humanity is gradually eroded.
The second stanza highlights the despair of those who are caught up in this cycle of violence, as they plead with those in power to reject the white supremacist ideologies that fuel it. Despite their cries, the singer acknowledges that they must still endure the agony of living in a society that pays lip service to democracy while perpetuating the same violent systems. The final line, "Dans le marc d'un café d'un beau noir de velours on peut lire l'avenir on n'y voit rien du tout" ("You can read the future in the coffee grounds of a beautiful black velvet cafe, but you can't see anything at all"), is a biting commentary on the way that society often pretends to have all the answers, but is ultimately blind to its own failings and shortcomings.
Line by Line Meaning
Cruel est le vice rêve de sang mer de haine un cri de ralliement en joue citoyen c'est les ordres du clan on se lâche et enfin assassin aveuglement.
The vice is cruel, a bloody dream of hate, a rallying cry aimed at the citizens who blindly follow the orders of their clan, allowing themselves to unleash a murderous rampage.
Les murs les murs il n'y a pas de murs seulement le poison sous une peau tendue c'est la violence qui parle peu a peu nous éloigner corps et âme pour un maudit refus.
There are no walls, only the poison that lies beneath our skin. Violence creeps in and gradually drives us away, body and soul, because of a cursed refusal to acknowledge it.
L'instant où coule le poison dans tes veines.
The moment when the poison flows into your veins.
Qu'elle est triste la colère de celui qui la vit suppliant la race blanche en noyant l'utopie et pendant l'agonie il faudra vivre encore la démocratie le retour en ordre.
How sad is the anger of the one who experiences it, begging the white race to drown out utopia. Even during the agony, one must live in the illusion of democracy and return to order.
L'instant où coule le poison dans tes veines.
The moment when the poison flows into your veins.
Dans le marc d'un café d'un beau noir de velours on peut lire l'avenir on n'y voit rien du tout.
In the coffee grounds, adorned with a beautiful black velvet, we can read the future, but we cannot see anything at all.
Contributed by Aaron R. Suggest a correction in the comments below.