Entendre les morsures des armes Comprendre qu'elle aimait mieux se faire bercer C'est mal de penser qu'on a perdu la flamme C'est mal de croire que nous
No fight! No fight for no one! Slaves of machines, already too late A.I. will take our breath We cannot disconnect anymore Metal machines have locked
All the night I stand thinking Never finding the reason why she shakes me The smile on my face, hiding my pain Helps me to live in that world All the
Chained one by one with your life, with your cells You obey your master through the rythm of the whiplash... whiplash! Don't believe that you could buy
What are you looking for in my brain? You must leave my virtual mind's land Every day I dress my dream with silence Far is your world, my friend Oh,
Soul ! I will take your pain and teach you my hate I will make you blind and give you my sight I will give you my hand, my taste and your heart My task
Seated under a tree, he's awaking slowly Lost he doesn't remember anything Who am I? It seems that the wind's talking to him And the breath resounds
