Sometimes I lack humility but it's just a facade
You know, I've understood that we're just passing through
My grandmother lost one of her best friends
There you'll tell me it's the cycle of life

But my wife had four deaths last year
The last time I saw Nepal
I didn't think it would be the last
And I complain about I don't know what
The most violent thing in my life is that my biggest fear is me
My reactions, often disproportionate
I screw the world where geniuses hear themselves talk
Where girls feel in danger
Yet I found my place there and I know I'll never know myself
What does it feel like to be wrong? I have no idea
Because I fight to be right all the time
It's a bad reflex when you want to be perfect
Yet, perfection has its flaws
Being a prisoner of one's ideas brings neither love nor medals

No compromise, only biases
Trapped in the machinery
If I lose myself in the music, don't look for me
I'll be in my place, I'll never accept what fate wants to make of me
No compromise, only biases
Trapped in the machinery
If I lose myself in the music, don't look for me
I'll be in my place, I'll never accept what fate wants to make of me

I'll wait to have a son to understand my parents
Everything is not easier with money
It's hard to accept but it's damn true
Happiness is not found in the meadow or in investments
I try to be a straight and sincere guy, to be present
When you need to help a brother or just go eat a tieb'
I rarely see my friends but I have so much to learn from them
Despite the waves of less well, I'm far from unlucky
Arms crossed at the edge of the cliff, for a moment I forget
The migrants abandoned near Porte de la Chapelle
To fill our hands, quickly when time slips through our fingers
We dare everything, the main roads, the narrow paths, the crazy people

We always move forward, we never arrive
Like the clouds we set sail, I move forward seeking peace
One goal, to be the one I dream of being
In the meantime I question myself
What is it to be someone
What is it to be no one?

No compromise, only biases
Trapped in the machinery
If I lose myself in the music, don't look for me
I'll be in my place, I'll never accept what fate wants to make of me
No compromise, only biases
Trapped in the machinery
If I lose myself in the music, don't look for me
I'll be in my place, I'll never accept what fate wants to make of me

I'll never accept what fate wants to make of me
Never what fate wants to make of me
I'll never accept what fate wants to make of me
Never what fate wants to make of me
I'll never accept what fate wants to make of me
Never what fate wants to make of me
I'll never accept what fate wants to make of me
Never what fate wants to make of me

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