We all, wronged dreamers
We take pleasure in our misfortunes
The whole world complains about it
But yet like me, you do nothing
Forgive my question, then
Do you know why you bandage your knees?
If still, incessantly always
To say you're waiting your turn quietly
The same, I'm the first it's true
I like to plagiarize the perfect
But what are a few tears
For the attention of my melodrama?
As usual, to extrapolate
Why not even sublimate it?
Drunk and drugged in the evening
You're overdoing it, you like to play with it
The life of man, that's all
Nothing is never crazy enough
He hurts if he's at the end of his rope
Cowardly sells you out, if he takes hits
The human wants to think more you know
The fear of being criticized
Submissive, you like to keep quiet too much
Even if you believe the opposite

Overdone society
When the ego puts you on stage
Show me the other side, without pain
Where man no longer seeks to please himself
Abstract paradise
Don't be discreet, and even
Show me the landmark, without hate
Where man no longer boasts of pleasing

These days, I'm afraid to say
Sometimes I even fear to laugh a little
Far from me the idea of hurting you
I never wanted to make you suffer
But the anxiety, let's admit it
To dare to think about it by oneself
Forced me, just like you
To foolishly waltz at the masked ball
Believe me, remember my words
Promised, my advice, it's not false
Happiness will be the audacity
That your heart will have if you daydream
For one day, banish pride
I don't care if the world wants it
One day to be satisfied
Without ever wanting to do better

Overdone society
When the ego puts you on stage
Show me the other side, without pain
Where man no longer seeks to please himself
Abstract paradise
Don't be discreet, and even
Show me the landmark, without hate
Where man no longer boasts of pleasing

Too often I waste my time
Constantly counting the amount
Very sad but without money
You don't enjoy it as much
Dreams are not free
Even if the rumor says it
Life is for adults
No more room for children
Jobs, wills, go back
Fly away, Peter Pan
No more room for magic
In this world where man has said everything
I often hope for my bed
Fortunately, dreaming is allowed
So I'm addressing you, the guardian of the country
Tell me if you want us to come see you once, friend?
It won't be like on earth
I won't pollute your air anymore
It will be more like millennia
Promised, no more war polemics
I'm not passing on hell to you
I just want a new era

Overdone society
When the ego puts you on stage
Show me the other side, without pain
Where man no longer seeks to please himself
Abstract paradise
Don't be discreet, and even
Show me the landmark, without hate
Where man no longer boasts of pleasing

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