He watches his surroundings sink into the night
It's cold, it's late, but he doesn't go home
Deep in his gaze, he doesn't look twelve
Instead of doing his homework, he thinks about making money
His life is aggressive so he gives it back
He's fought many times, he doesn't know how many

He grew up too fast, far from rosy stories
He saw his neighbor get stabbed for a dose
Innocence was removed from his own software
And above his image, there's not often a rainbow
At the age when others play, he defends himself
In the midst of chaos, he no longer has time to be a child

The world is dark when you only see one part
He can't say how much he suffers
On the way, he crossed paths with ships
That fell too far into the abyss
He no longer counts the hours, alone, oh

They told him just shut up and eat
In the city, nothing chills his blood
For him, there is no after or before
He never knew the state of being a child
And he no longer counts the hours, alone
Oh, oh, oh
(Alone, alone)
Shut up and eat

He watches his surroundings sink into fear
There are screams outside, he knows them by heart
20 minutes from his home, the beautiful neighborhoods light up
He only knew misery and its reflections in the asphalt
His hope wore out in a stairwell
His angelic part faded on the fourteenth floor

Hanging out with the older ones, he loses his age
He was almost born violent, he's not a character
His father is too absent, his mother is overwhelmed
He spends time keeping watch in front of building C
Before learning to smile, he learned to bite
He is among many others a child of chaos
(Child of chaos)

Violence is a grudge that has been allowed to grow
A captive anger that no longer wants to leave
Oh, oh, oh
The children of chaos only know how to defend themselves
Society judges them before hearing them
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Shut up and eat

He watches his ship sink into a dead end
No projects in sight, questions piling up
He looks at other people's lives to forget his dramas
His life doesn't resemble Instagram stories
He's not unhappy since he's not looking for happiness
Whose fault is it if he doesn't have the same chances as elsewhere?

The fault of his city, the fault of bad luck
The fault of lack of money, the fault of France
The fault of lack of illusion, of creeping fatalism
The fault of the French state that has been turning a blind eye for thirty years
The fault of lack of horizon, the fault of the grids all around
The lack of consideration, the lack of love (oh, oh, oh)
The lack of love

Violence is a grudge that has been allowed to grow
A captive anger that no longer wants to leave
Oh, oh, oh
The children of chaos only know how to defend themselves
Society judges them before hearing them
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Shut up and eat

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