Chacun Pour Soi
Paradis
Every Man for Himself
He only attaches himself to the unreal
To the illusions he can understand
He is told that life is beautiful and that truth can wait
Everything is possible, seen from this angle
Nothing is readable in this silence
Incompatible, it resembles him
Being sensitive to the big picture
To the big picture
Why isolated in anonymity
Is it all decided by every man for himself?
Why isolated in anonymity
Is it all decided by every man for himself?
By every man for himself
He has no choice but the real
Of a landscape that cannot be understood
He is told that his life is beautiful
And that freedom can wait
Nothing is possible seen from this angle
It's not readable without innocence
An invisible that resembles us
Being sensitive to violence
To violence
Why isolated in anonymity
Is it all decided by every man for himself?
Why isolated in anonymity
Is it all decided by every man for himself?
Why isolated in anonymity
Is it all decided by every man for himself?
By every man for himself
