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 climbs on its cursed dome
We endure its crisis without panic.
To the holders of the truth,
Let your souls sweat it out,
Because the universe is being tossed around
By the televised
Drama.
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
Because the universe is being tossed around
By the televised
Drama.
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 the 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
Because the universe is being tossed around
By the televised
Drama.
To the holders of the truth,
Let your souls sweat it out
Because the universe is being tossed around
But I know
That all of this will change.
