La Gloire a Mes Genoux

I have often been told 'Stay in your place'
The achievements of the privileged surpass you
The bed where you were born forbids you to aim higher
My audacity has often been laughed at
Clothes make the man no matter what you do
Crawl instead of hoping, you're only good at bowing your back

We are what we are, you say thank you and that's it
You must bow without protesting until the end
Either you are born a king, or you are nothing, but tell me
Why this path of the cross

I want glory at my knees
I want the world or nothing at all
Not the small pleasures, not the small desires, the privileges
I want the wounds of crazy love
I want the noose around your neck
Not the small pleasures, not the small smiles, the enchantments

I have often been put lower than the ground
So be it, life in the name of the father
But what have I learned if not to pray by heart
Must I implore without ever touching the sky
That I remain nailed without spreading my wings
Amen to everything leads to nothing, cursed be
Fate and laws, I do not submit to them
Don't ask me to walk straight anymore
I will test your wrongs, I love the path I see
I will bury behind me
The idiot they want me to be

I want glory at my knees
I want the world or nothing at all
Not the small pleasures, not the small desires, the privileges
I want the wounds of crazy love
I want the noose around your neck
Not the small pleasures, not the small smiles, the enchantments

I want glory at my knees
I want the world or nothing at all
Not the small pleasures, not the small desires, the privileges
I want the wounds of crazy love
I want the noose around your neck
Not the small pleasures, not the small smiles, the enchantments