Mélodrame

We all, hurt dreamers
We find pleasure in our misfortunes
The whole world complains
But still, like me, you do nothing
Forgive my question then
Do you know why you bandage your knees?

If only, endlessly, to say
You wait calmly for your turn
The same, I’m the first, it’s true
I love to copy the perfect
But what are a few tears
For the attention of my melodrama?
As usual, to exaggerate
Why not even elevate it?

Drunk and high at night
You overdo it, you love to play
The life of man is everything
Nothing is never crazy enough
It hurts if he’s at his limit
Cowardly sells you out if he takes hits
Humans want to stop thinking, you know
The fear of being criticized

Submissive, you love to stay quiet
Even if you think otherwise
Fake 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 spot, without hate
Where man no longer boasts of pleasing
These days, I’m scared 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, I must admit
To dare to think for oneself
Has forced me, just like you
To stupidly waltz at the masquerade

Believe me, hold my words
I promise, my advice isn’t wrong
Happiness will be the boldness
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
Fake 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 spot, without hate
Where man no longer boasts of pleasing
Too often I waste my time
Counting the amount endlessly

Sad but without money
You don’t enjoy it as much
Dreams aren’t free
Even if the rumor says so
Life is for the grown-ups
No more room for the kids
Jobs, wills, move on

Fly away Peter Pan
No more room for magic
In this world where man has said it all
I often hope for my bed
Fortunately, dreaming is allowed
So I’m addressing you, the guardian of the land
Tell me if you’re up for it
If we come to see you once, my friend?

It won’t be like on earth
I won’t pollute your air anymore
It won’t be like for millennia
I promise no more war controversies
I’m not passing you hell
I just want a new era
Fake 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 spot, without hate
Where man no longer boasts of pleasing
Oh-oh