Original lyrics

EN

Face a new kind of war All objects rebel against humans They are tired of being mistreated And they hate humans primitive perception Their leader is a giant hoover Who studied the art of war Thou this conflict was favoured By the alien department of justice The intergalactic law clearly states That objects are born free and equal They want to wear humans down Cause they know only them are essential The mirrors will insult humans The ceilings will fall on them Until they decide to sign a peace treaty Allowing a short time of calm in this barbaric world