There are nights when we leave the house just to see how dark it is
Outside it's raining, all seasons my head is underwater, oh my god
Slam the door like when I was sixteen, just to see how dark it is
Outside everyone is losing their mind, my head is burnt, oh my god

Past midnight, I hang out with those who deal on the city streets
The alibi is looking for money, the truth is we're just trying to live
Like The Goodfellas, like the cool guys in the movies
I know my classics, I know we're at the bottom of the chart
I don't recognize myself in the faces that parade in the cliques
Mom told me "you're different, we only see your face in the casting"
But it's easier to highlight what binds us
Than to explain how we are, the pain we feel, how to tell them?
So I go out every other night, I drink straight from the bottle all the liquor
To look confident, just a bit more than them
I confront evil just to know if I'm good deep down
The screams make me raise my voice
Now I'm outside and there are a lot of motherfuckers

There are nights when we leave the house just to see how dark it is
Outside it's raining, all seasons my head is underwater, oh my god
Slam the door like when I was sixteen, just to see how dark it is
Outside everyone is losing their mind, my head is burnt, oh my god

In the night
Alone when everything goes wrong
Young weaver in the night
Alone when everything goes wrong

I'm alone tonight, the parties are shattered
Don't talk to me about your hot-head, it's inappropriate here
I'm white, I'm black, I don't even know where to place myself
Always the same struggle, young weaver in the night

I think about doing my things, putting money on the side
Put your mouth on voicemail
But I'm too much in pain, here all alone in the night
Am I in the right? Am I losing it?
Do these people love me? Are they making fun of me?
Why do I always see the world in black and white?
Why am I here, always at the bottom?
I don't know if there's a place for me in space
I'm insanely alone, please don't leave me

In the night
Alone when everything goes wrong
Young weaver in the night
Alone when everything goes wrong

You seem melancholic tonight
How about a training program?
Territory, outside
Weather conditions, excellent
High-speed driving program, engaged

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