L'odeur de L'essence

(Re-re-relook) Nostalgia makes them dream of a grand France from the past that they’ve imagined
(Look) Confusion grips those who see their faith belittled without having asked for anything
(Look) Fear convinces them that strangers will come into their homes to take their place
(Look) Despair drives them to take risks to survive where they’ve all been crammed
(Listen) Paranoia makes them believe they can’t go out in the street without being in danger
(Listen) Panic pushes them to scream that the Earth is dying and no one gives a damn
(Listen) Distrust excites them, saying we can’t eat anything, that we don’t even have the right to think
(Listen) Hate pushes them to extremes, igniting the fire, setting everything ablaze

The smell of gasoline, the smell of gasoline
The smell of gasoline

The game is up, all our leaders have failed
They’ll be destroyed by the beast they’ve created
Trust is dead along with respect
What governs us? Fear and anxiety
We’re self-destructing, looking for an enemy
Some say “it’s over,” others are in denial
Billionaires leave their dumb kids their wealth
History belongs to those who wrote it
No one listens, everyone speaks
No one changes their mind, just sterile debates
Everyone gets worked up because everyone gets worked up
Just sharp opinions, nothing is ever precise
No time to think, tyranny of numbers
Twelve-year-olds whose tweets the media cites
Intelligence sells less than controversy
Battle royale, it’s every man for his little team (Look)
Asshole fascist, hysterical bitch (Look)
Everything is reactionary, everything is systemic (Look)
As soon as an asshole does something wrong
Somewhere the whole world becomes sensitive (Look)
The guilty are former victims
The cycle of evil never ends
Everything degenerates, everything is cyclical
No solution, just criticism
Everyone is sensitive (sensitive), everything is sensitive (sensitive)
Everyone is on the defensive (sensitive)
Sensitive topic, no one is sensitive (sensitive)
Sensitive (sensitive), sensitive (sensitive)
Sensitive (sensitive), everything is sensitive (sensitive)
Everyone is on the defensive (sensitive)
Sensitive topic, no one is sensitive (sensitive, sensitive)
Everyone’s screwing everyone, wants to play the little train
One out of two discussions is someone complaining
While the rest of the world suffers so we can live well
Parents drink, it’s the kids who pay the price
Car accidents, domestic violence
Alcohol is always at the root of the problem
Nothing fills the hospital and the court more
We don’t admit to being alcoholics, it’s a pain to speak ill of it
We take idiots, give them weapons
Call it justice, then wonder about the tragedies
Caught in an infernal vortex
We treat the evil with evil and the media feasts on it
Just news stories, hen, fox, viper
Either you’re for it or you’re against it, everything is binary
The buzz-seekers flirt with extremes
Since the idiots have become experts
Surrounded by idiots, the Mongol Empire
We act like idiots to please the idiots
We’re gonna fall like the Mongols
Like the Egyptians, like the Romans, like the Mayans, like the Greeks
We need to reboot, we need to reset
We believe nothing, everything is deepfake
Faced with the unknown in rejection
A mix of fear, hate, and sadness
Our contradictions, our dilemmas
Corrupted, I was born in the system
No one moves in the same direction, everything is inert
We only see one form of wealth
Taking people’s money is stealing, except when it’s business
Generation Z because we’re the last
It’s clear we haven’t known war
All the old folks vote, they’ll choose our future
Grandma votes for Marine, she has three years to live
Fascist YouTubers, pseudo-subversives
That’s what we get when we censor artists
Nothing ever moves forward, many radicalize
Lacking fathers and they get lost in nostalgia
For a time when others were already nostalgic
For a time when others were already nostalgic
For a time when others were already nostalgic
For a time when—, uh, damn, the
Sheep just want a charismatic leader
No empathy, everything is hierarchical
School only teaches you individualism
They teach you how to make money, not friends
If the President wins half the votes
It means two-thirds of France didn’t want him
No need to know what the Senate is
To see that the rich old folks make the laws, uh
No one likes the rich until they become one
Then they hide their money or freak out about losing it
So many bullshit jobs, pretending to do them
How many jobs just serve to satisfy our bosses?
Fed on judgments, fed on clichés
While we don’t even know how to feed ourselves, we’re screwing up
We don’t know how to manage our emotions so we hide them
Don’t know how to manage our relationships so we ruin them
Don’t own up to who we are so we’re cowards
We never forgive in a world where nothing erases
We spit on each other, we don’t know how to live together
We fight to be in front on a plane that’s heading straight for a crash.