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Text:
Verse 1
Two men in a golden hall,
Shadows rising on the wall,
Shaking hands, the cameras flash,
But what’s the meaning, what’s the catch?

Pre-Chorus
Is it power, is it greed?
Do they even see the need?
While the world keeps burning hot,
We keep asking – for what?

Chorus
For what?
For glory, for money, for lies they’ve bought?
For what?
Do soldiers die, while empires plot?
For what?
Is freedom sold, or truth forgot?
We’re screaming out – for what?

(solo)

Verse 2
Whispers hidden, deals unsigned,
History won’t be kind,
Are they talking war and gain?
Or just the price of pain?

Pre-Chorus
Is it power, is it greed?
Do they even see the need?
While the world keeps burning hot,
We keep asking – for what?

Chorus
For what?
For glory, for money, for lies they’ve bought?
For what?
Do soldiers die, while empires plot?
For what?
Is freedom sold, or truth forgot?
We’re screaming out – for what?

(solo)

Bridge
Do they count the faces lost?
Do they know the human cost?
Or just another photo-frame,
Another chapter, same old game?

Final Chorus (bigger, anthemic)
For what?
For thrones of gold that rot?
For what?
Do we bleed, while they cannot?
For what?
History asks and won’t stop,

For What?

In the shadowed halls of the modern workplace, the mundane is but a mask.
Every stand-up is a summoning. Every ticket a sacrifice. Every build a holy rite.

The Merge Priests

Un cri brut, une confession sale, un manifeste gravé dans la douleur.
Cahiers de Doléances n’est pas un simple album : c’est un procès-verbal de la rage, une collection de blessures mises en musique. Chaque morceau ouvre une plaie collective — harcèlement, violences policières, manipulation médiatique, injustices sociales, écocide, contrôle numérique — et les transforme en riffs grunge lourds, en refrains hurlés, en textes qui frappent comme des matraques.

En héritier des colères de Nirvana, Rage Against the Machine ou Bérurier Noir, Déméter scande la voix d’une génération qui refuse de se taire. Ici, la guitare gronde comme une manif, la basse vibre comme un cœur en panique, la batterie cogne comme une porte de cellule.

Chaque chanson est un cahier arraché au peuple, une plainte qu’on ne peut plus ignorer.

Cet album est un appel à réveiller les consciences, mais surtout une arme sonore : sale, sincère et nécessaire.

Acceptance - Concealing Fate, Pt. 1

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