Most of the beautiful things I've seen are mirages
I'm fully aware that I live in an imaginary world
I've closed my eyes to hell and all its faces
On the construction site of paradise, all dreamers can become architects

I know very well what they're hiding
I see everything these fake angels take from me
Listening to them would be too dangerous, they would want to open my eyes
But their world is more beautiful when I dream
The demons are pushing hard, I escape from the shadow before they intervene
From the morning I ride this world pretending as if
Every second was the last
The big departure is getting closer, I keep my throat knotted
I try to meditate among the lesson givers
I know they will all shut up if I pull a weapon out of my pocket
There it is, I'm starting to lose my head, shit
Neurosis has maybe made me bitter, shit
I have nothing against you but for a detail we could go to war, shit
Honey, I know you need me to take care of you more often
I'll try to be less distant
I know I'm on another planet
But on Earth I feel stuck and it's not a coincidence
I need to understand the reason for my coming
Life is too short to stay in place
And if one day death gives me an appointment
No matter, I've always been late

I detach myself from this planet, the purest feeling of my life
On Earth I'm at home but the stars and the moon fascinate me
Here it's always more misery, more filth
My neighbors accepted it without shedding a single tear
I may be on the wrong side of the asylum wall
I try to get away from danger but it's long
Water tastes good and alcohol is better
But when I drink it I play blind man's buff
With angels and demons
Lord on earth, majesty in my world
Sometimes I lose myself in my pages, I become trash
Forgetting what my image and my songs show
I've often been told that this passion suits me well
Rap made me lose my reputation as a struggler
But I know that one day it will disappear like a Malaysian plane
I'm not a bootlicker, no
I'm not a lesson giver, no
Sorry to my fans, I stopped writing naive texts against the horror of this world so that happiness shows itself, no
It's useless, the future? we'll see
For now I write rhymes until I become completely crazy
I don't know if I'll continue tomorrow, but tonight I'm going to dive into the crowd
In the right direction from the start
On my guard I don't lose sight of my trajectory as a young prince
But if one day I stray, bitch, remind me of this chorus

Most of the beautiful things I've seen are mirages
I'm fully aware that I live in an imaginary world
I've closed my eyes to hell and all its faces
On the construction site of paradise, all dreamers can become architects

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