Aux Détenteurs
Zaz
To the Holders
At the hour when my mind speaks to me
Of an organized ignorance
By those who lead the masses
Towards a broken future
Where control is toxic
And the monopoly's with the elite
Who rises on its cursed dome
We endure its crisis without panic
To the holders of the truth
Let your souls sweat it out
'Cause the universe is being tossed around
By the drama
Televised
Pa-pa-pa-ra-ra
Pa-pa-pa-ra-ra
At the hour when our minds wander
Anesthetized by cruelty
I wish my conscience would spare me
The pain of humanity
Solid culture that’s sinking
That democratizes stupidity
Too many morbid screens that provide
Emotions facing bodies that lie still
To the holders of the truth
Let your souls sweat it out
'Cause the universe is being tossed around
By the drama
Televised
Pa-pa-pa-ra-ra
Pa-pa-pa-ra-ra
At the hour when our lives follow the tracks
Of traumatized tomorrows
Where our children are born in rage
Of a dogmatized vengeance
Where ashes seem logical
And zaps make it mechanical
Where the art of hanging is classic
And taking up arms, rhetoric
To the holders of the truth
Let your souls sweat it out
'Cause the universe is being tossed around
By the drama
Televised
To the holders of the truth
Let your souls sweat it out
'Cause the universe is being tossed around
But I know
That all of this will change
