Il n'y pas de date dans mon calendrier
Les jours n'ont pas de nom

Il n'y a pas d'heure sur ma montre

If Israel was Palestine
It'd be called a genocide

It was a quite quiet nightfall
In between those tall building walls
When this cold, unforeseeable mist
Sneaked in Parisian crowded streets
Darkening the bright, fancy city of light
In a snake-like movement being silent
Quietly, like the sound of silent voices
At first, no one noticed, it was all silent
But in just one moment,
In a single, unstoppable movement
Panic waves drowned the pavement
Dead bodies flooded the basement
As the haze gained ground, the ground grew colder
The whole picture began to blur
All was left was motion blur
It was pointless to hide away
They were all doomed anyway
A relentless hail swept up the way
Of bullets that flew like bees on a late spring day
And while the wind kept on gaining hype
Red blood drops dripped off the drainpipes
At the end, you had to mind your step
Or you’d step on someone’s dead bed
And when it was all set and done
Someone asked for peace
But only the silence replied

Because once the last bullet flew
Silence didn’t have a minute
Before the whole world knew
This auntumn's French horror movie
And even if your TV was on mute
There’s no way you missed this, dude
The endless moral lawsuit
Agains the ones who wrote this script
Everywhere on the worldwide news
Politician, they went along for the ride
Governments immediately formed an alliance
Dropping bombs for what happened in France
Targeting the terrorist headquarters
Regardless of their neighbors
Who just happened to be neighbors
Of men who's ideology's terror
The echo was loud and clear
Because it was Paris
Because it was France
Garde-à-vous, freedom soldiers, France defenders
The world won’t forget
And won't let silence
Forget about this tragedy
Who started this war
But only the silence replied

But here’s a puzzle,
Same day, same thing,
A handful of sick, so-called ideologists
Well-organized, stone-cold bitches
Southern cousins of French terrorists
They all hide behind the mist
They use guns, they don’t give a shit
They set Baga on fire
They’re stone-cold killers
But wait, there’s a twist
Where were the bombs, the eye with disgust
Just like in every other puzzle
There’s a missing piece
There’s no city of light in Nigeria
Africans don’t look like Caucasians
Who would care? Politicians?
They were busy in Paris. Newspapers?
Cameras were all fixed upon Paris
Compassion was just for French victims
And just like that, in a finger snap
The untold stories of a thousand silent voices
This crime stumbled inside a memory lapse
History books rely on newspapers headlines
The darker your skin, the darker the spotlights
For us, all lives ain’t worth the same price
Pfff… Bleu, blanc, rouge, my ass
Just like for Syria’s collateral damage
Where was the worldwide media coverage?
The bloody bombs, the soldiers’ parade?
Tell me where were you at, comrade?
(Silence)
Only the silence replied