MEZZE VERITÀ (feat. Kid Yugi)

Hey

You wonder if one day we’ll turn to dust
You ask me things I’ll never know how to answer
I was reading the time over a quarter million
You know two of my songs, there’s so much better
They want my thirst, they want my hunger
When you swore loyalty, it felt like you were bluffing
Not too confidential, self-referential
Fast lane, presidential car
I remember being a kid with stains on my clothes
Watching those graffiti
Probably those like me have gone extinct
Maybe they just don’t exist anymore
Finished in the circle of the convinced, but never the defeated
You should thank me if you’re breathing
Today they’re talking about me on the sites
Besides black and white, I see red like we just stepped
Out of the next episode of Sin City

If I die, they love me
If I survive, they don’t
I’m at the bottom of a pit
Or on a gallows
But believe me
Things change
If I have debts
I’ll only owe the devil

Do good and forget
Do bad and remember it
They want my identity
Ask yourself if I care or not
I know the walls here talk
You’ll have to choose if you trust and
When they say half-truths
Tell me what you’ll think of me

It’s Cyrano, the pink apostrophe I won’t tell you
I’ll spend a season in hell like Rimbaud
When I self-destruct and remain just a name on a border
A music box playing a little retro tune
But I’m here, despite everything
I’m here, immersed in this spleen
Not even drugs and sex are the right sprint
In a world a bit like this, a bit Nazi, a bit naïve
Every betrayal repeats in a loop like a GIF
Because you speed up my heart like a hit of speed
As long as all your yeses are half-truths
I’ve dedicated a thousand pieces, a thousand verses, a thousand cries without having you here
But don’t ever come back, I’m fine with it
I forget you on Saturday and think of you on Monday
I remember: you had Amélie bangs, I was high on MD
I was just a skip, a street kid, lost in my trip
Let’s turn the page, change the PIN
Now I’m haunted by flashes of all those precise moments
Your beautiful, sad eyes in that taxi in Paris
I saw them again the month after in the blue of the Thames
In all the gray afternoons and moments of crisis
And I wondered if one day we’ll turn to dust
Now that I have the spotlight on me and can’t hide anymore
I was counting the seconds on my first Rolex
That the worst distances we measure in hours

If I die, they love me
If I survive, they don’t
I’m at the bottom of a pit
Or on a gallows
But believe me
Things change
If I have debts
I’ll only owe the devil

Do good and forget
Do bad and remember it
They want my identity
Ask yourself if I care or not
I know the walls here talk
You’ll have to choose if you trust and
When they say half-truths
Tell me what you’ll think of me