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When I talk about hope under a halogen lamp
I wish my impulses speak to the young
I'm talking about everything that makes a man, not our genes
Not what we show you but all we hide when it bothers us
Which we think about all night, legs stretched out in front of our chains
This feeling of wasting time, suffocating in this pre-made life
Feeling weak knowing that life is a party where no one dances
My second mother told me: It's not for their money that the best pray
I cry for the one who dies young but even more for the one who dies sad
I internalize and fold in on myself, the cries of a wounded youth
Impregnating my mood, I see the leaders imposing their selection

Sometimes I feel diminished, but when I mess things up, it's up to me to laugh
Indestructible tribe, I redistribute my clan spirit when the street cries
Indescribable is my sadness in strip clubs (You)
Take care of yourself wherever you are, I know the thirst for the taste of blood
And when things heat up at your place, you end up a victim of fate
There's not much hope left in all the areas we've excluded
The landscapes are desolate, yet men have no excuses
Alone, I couldn't make it, if I do, it's with your help
If you also felt that body and soul separate your being
Doors were closed in my face, forgiven, but I didn't turn back
The system disgusts me, I'm a rebellious cyborg
And sometimes I'm tired of being suspended on barbed wire and when you want to give back everything you've taken, you end up giving
Now I know that forces balance out, I don't forget the tip for my wasted youth who deliver
We come from there, and it's writing that saved us
So now I write for you (You)

Writing is capturing some unique memories in immense pockets
It's sticking your eardrums to the speaker to approach silence
It's the brain's insolence of the one who soars at its peak
It's watching your life pass by in the dark until the next session
It's capturing some unique memories in immense pockets
It's sticking your eardrums to the speaker to approach silence
It's the brain's insolence of the one who soars at its peak
It's watching your life pass by in the dark until the next session

Our mystical dreams defy science and their affiliation errors
A path full of deviations so we lead lives at a hundred miles an hour
You have to choose a side, so ideas simplify
When I ask you: Is this what you wanted to do later?, I feel you running away
And human values are lost, to the detriment of the scientific
When modern man becomes nothing but a vile being sanctified
I adopt a broad vision, avoiding those who change for a few dollars
The fake friends who do you a favor and then ask you for money
I say I'm fine, but I'm lying, I just want to say "Leave me alone"
Sometimes I'm afraid of hurting people, so I react cowardly
I don't like to dwell too much when I'm disappointed, understand my doubts
And my compromising mistakes, when my heart makes my temples beat
I'm the same as in the beginning, a damn Greek
Either we move forward, or we die, heart of ice, my tears aren't visible in the hail
I don't know what's destined for me after, but I no longer fear, these whores
I leave a fleeting mark like the trace my chalk draws
No bullshit, even if the signs are engraved it's dirty here
All undecided despite the peaks we climb it's serious
The Entourage, we write for... (You)

Writing is capturing some unique memories in immense pockets
It's sticking your eardrums to the speaker to approach silence
It's the brain's insolence of the one who soars at its peak
It's watching your life pass by in the dark until the next session
It's capturing some unique memories in immense pockets
It's sticking your eardrums to the speaker to approach silence
It's the brain's insolence of the one who soars at its peak
It's watching your life pass by in the dark until the next session

Writing is... What gave me my freedom
Writing is... What binds us... You (You)