Ne reste-t-il que la guerre pour tuer le silence
No One Is Innocent Lyrics


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My voice is violent but do I scream for nothing? Do you hear my voice in your rusted brain? The record is playing listen to what I'm saying but do you really care for the message. I'm telling; Radio, TV, papers lies too many ears for one cry. Critic on paper, writing my mind. Do you really give a fuck about what I'm telling ya? Your articles speak to the masses. People read my name. It doesn't matter that I came to speak to ya, you use my name. If you don't write what I told ya, then you sell me as a propaganda. Now the silence that controls us is getting louder and poisonous. So what?

Ne reste-t-il que la guerre pour tuer le silence?

Slave to your power slave to your choice. Not blind, you send me packing with your bloody eyes. Revenge we'll get it, in the meantime; politicians keep on talking, hatred keep on growing. Lies skip on spreading, this is a sound. Too much for one man to comprehend. Everything's cool nobody takes the blame: That was the speech when I came. Now the silence that controls us is getting louder and poisonous. So what?

Ne reste-t-il que la guerre pour tuer le silence?
Silence is getting louder...

Here it comes again. We became vultures thristy for exictement; looking for new games to make us forget; to buy and shut up our new way of living, waiting for the news on TV we're watching. The silence that controls us is getting louder and poisonous.





We became vultures...

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to No One Is Innocent's song "Ne Reste-t-il Que La Guerre Pour Tuer Le Silence" (Is War the Only Way to Kill the Silence?) speak to the frustration of an artist trying to share a message with the world but feeling drowned out by the noise of the media and propaganda. The singer questions whether their voice is heard amidst the lies and deception spread through radio, TV, and the media. They feel that their message is being ignored, and even distorted, as journalists use their name for clicks and views without truly understanding or sharing their message. The singer expresses a sense of powerlessness in the face of growing hatred and lies, and ultimately questions whether war is the only way to break the silence and make a change.


The song's title, "Ne Reste-t-il Que La Guerre Pour Tuer Le Silence," poses the question of whether violence and war are necessary to break through the silence and apathy of the masses. The lyrics suggest that the media and politicians are complicit in perpetuating this silence, spreading lies and propaganda to control the population. The imagery of vultures reinforces the sense of desperation and chaos, as people become increasingly eager for excitement and distractions to avoid facing the truth.


Overall, the song is a powerful commentary on the state of society and the media, as well as the struggles of artists to share their messages amidst the noise of the world.


Line by Line Meaning

My voice is violent but do I scream for nothing?
My words may be strong and forceful, but are they meaningless cries, falling on deaf ears?


Do you hear my voice in your rusted brain?
Are my words penetrating your closed-mindedness?


The record is playing listen to what I'm saying but do you really care for the message.
You may hear what I'm saying, but do you truly care about what I'm trying to convey?


I'm telling; Radio, TV, papers lies too many ears for one cry.
The media is spreading falsehoods to too many people, making it difficult for one voice to be heard.


Critic on paper, writing my mind.
I express my thoughts and opinions through my writing.


Do you really give a fuck about what I'm telling ya?
Do you genuinely care about and value what I'm saying?


Your articles speak to the masses. People read my name.
Your articles attract a large audience, although they only know me by name.


It doesn't matter that I came to speak to ya, you use my name.
My visit may be irrelevant, as all you care about is using my name for your own benefit.


If you don't write what I told ya, then you sell me as a propaganda.
If you don't accurately represent my words, you are promoting falsehoods about me.


Now the silence that controls us is getting louder and poisonous. So what?
The suffocating silence that surrounds us is growing exponentially, without any concern or action being taken to address it.


Slave to your power slave to your choice.
You are controlled by your own power and decisions.


Not blind, you send me packing with your bloody eyes.
You are not ignorant, yet you still reject and dismiss me with a cold stare.


Revenge we'll get it, in the meantime; politicians keep on talking, hatred keep on growing.
We will eventually seek revenge for your actions, but for now, politicians continue to spout empty words while hatred festers and grows.


Lies skip on spreading, this is a sound. Too much for one man to comprehend.
Lies spread like wildfire, creating a deafening sound that is impossible for one person to fully comprehend.


Everything's cool nobody takes the blame: That was the speech when I came.
Nobody accepts responsibility, everyone pretends everything is fine, as if nothing is wrong.


Silence is getting louder...
The silence is becoming increasingly louder.


Here it comes again. We became vultures thirsty for excitement; looking for new games to make us forget;
We have become like vultures, craving excitement and seeking out new distractions to forget the disturbing reality around us.


to buy and shut up our new way of living, waiting for the news on TV we're watching.
We numb ourselves with consumerism and accept an unhealthy way of life, and passively wait for the news to be spoon-fed to us.


The silence that controls us is getting louder and poisonous.
The suffocating silence that surrounds us is growing increasingly louder and even more toxic.




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