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Answer Me!

[Verse 1]
Do you have this strange feeling too, of being close to the invisible?1
The fact that everybody knows you're not existing?
Are you thinking of running away far from here?
because nobody understands you, even in the easiest things...
Do you feel the void pacing around you?
telling you that, if you are sensitive, you will carry a heavy cross?
Though, do you know that it wouldn't be better elsewhere?
Because wherever you are, wherever you go, your demons are joining you.
So you stay there, counting all the 'maybe'...
And ultimately becoming only the shadow of what you can be.
So you spend your time holding back,
You're leaving so far away that you don't even know how to get back to yourself...
 
[Chorus 1]
Hey!? Am I alone like this?
Why do all these people walk past me without seeing me?
Psst! Hey! Ho! Hey! It's very dark in here!
Is there anyone? If so, answer me!
Huh? Am I alone like this?
Don't be shy! Say it to me!
I won't be afraid, not even in the dark!
No, I have this ability to see only pale lights
Yes, I'm used to it, but tell me I'm not the only one
Tell me I'm not the only one.
Psst! Is there anyone?
Answer me!
 
[Verse 2]
Psst! ...Hey! Sometimes, do you think that violence is the only tenderness?
Do you look at yourself and wonder what's the point of loving you?
Do you know that you keep disappointing people?
But also that you have given so much of yourself that you are no longer able to receive?
Can you feel it? This abyss that separates you from others?
This emotional epicenter that moves your ribs?
Are you going through this? Huh?
Do you feel that something more, in this world, for which science is not enough?
Are you trying to reach it? Does it makes you high? To know from the start
that nobody here will have the right answers?
But you can't keep from falling, no
Because the more you push them away, the more these questions come back for you
Do you remember ever planning a murder?
And just thinking about it, shivering with pleasure ...?
Do you feel terrified of a heart, that it hurts you so tightly when it is consumed with desire?
 
[Chorus 1]
Hey!? Am I alone like this?
Why do all these people walk past me without seeing me?
Psst! Hey! Ho! Hey! It's very dark in here!
Is there anyone? If so, answer me!
Huh? Am I alone like this?
Don't be shy! Say it to me!
I won't be afraid, not even in the dark!
No, I have this ability to see only pale lights
Yes, I'm used to it, but tell me I'm not the only one
Tell me I'm not the only one.
Psst! Is there anyone?
Answer me!
 
[Verse 3]
If anyone hears me, answer me right away
This loneliness is making me mad, I've been stuck in it for twelve years
A tiny little sign, nothing more than an oversight
A look, a word, a lash, or even a sigh.
I'm not asking for much. I just want to know...
Just for this everlasting loneliness to stop.
In the meantime, I like to believe that we are all the same
Everyone has their own open wounds, but we only think about stitching up our own
So we isolate ourselves, we take care of the big parts.
Since we are afraid of opening them again, we don't talk much about them
So we spend our time holding back...
Leaving so far from the others that we no longer know how to return to them...
 
[Chorus 2]
No, I am not alone like this!
So why do we walk past each other without seeing each other?
Pssst! Hey! Ho! Hey!? I see you! Even though it is very dark
So why is no one answering me?
No, you are not alone like this
Talk to me, talk to them. Why are you yelling speechless? Huh?
You have this aptitude to see only pale lights
You're used to it, yes. But tell yourself that you are not the only one
Tell them they are not the only ones
Is there anyone?
Answer me!
 

• 1. Meaning: being closer to death at each moment.

Second Breath

[Verse 1]
I'm well aware of it, I'm lucky, when I think about what some people are going through,
That it is an offense to complain when your stomach is full.
No need to cry for revenge, I just changed of school
I didn't spend my childhood having to step over corpses
I haven't seen anyone getting exterminated, except on a very small screen
Nor my family getting killed and then hearing the sighs of angels.
My human dignity is savagely degraded
Forced to be nothing but the sex slave of deranged perverts
The object of a few subhumans, their complexes and their pulsations
And form nothing other than the receptacle of their frustration.
No, I didn’t have to go through it all, and often I am ashamed
I am afraid that, in the end, I'll be on my knees to be accountable.
I don't risk hanging for expressing myself freely
I rant a lot, maybe a bit too selfishly.
In a few texts, I get the hang of it and try to restore the fangs that I lost.
Elsewhere, I would have had my eyelids cut for less...
Damn, but why me, bro? Where do I get these privileges from?
Why do I only have my ass in butter when others sit in the fridge?
Why did I inherit this right without even deserving it?
Because I always complain, and every night I fall asleep terrified
 
[Chorus]
So far, I have everything I need... All I'm missing is dust.1 (Ha!)
So why is it so hard to be happy?
That, compared to others, it seems that the angels are backing me up (Huh?)
So why is it so hard to be happy?
In other places, there are a thousand lives worse than me. How can I pretend that I have suffered?
There, just by hearing my own words, I want to hide myself underground.
And if it is true, that in this country we have a good life,
Then why? (Then why? Then why? Then why?)
 
[Verse 2]
I can't find happiness in this pile of lack
I'm looking for the path to take... What use do I have of a fucking German car?
It’s not a BM 57 series or a GPS that will show me this damn path to inner peace, it’s obvious!
It's true that I have a beautiful watch, all fashion on the dial
who keeps reminding me, every hour, that I don't have time!
I am told that I am lucky, that at least I am free to move around. The cow!2
With hindsight, I would rather say that I could choose my slavery.
School, work, death, existence at variable rates
My chains are invisible, they are called 'shareholder finance'
We are only looking for coins... !
How many would rather know the flames of Hell than crossing the sight of bankruptcy?
Check, yeah it's very simple, you want to make yourself irreplacable?
Being a good man is of no use! First of all, you have to be profitable
All of this does not suit me, it makes me cry out my soul!
Do you think the only protection I'm looking for is a tax shield?
Do you think I like this? Do you think I accept to live well without actually living?
Since we only have many accessories but almost nothing essential...
Do you think I like to pity so much about the color of my life?
I did not choose my context, and each pain is only relative
 
[Chorus]
So far, I have everything I need... All I'm missing is dust.1 (Ha!)
So why is it so hard to be happy?
That, compared to others, it seems that the angels are backing me up (Huh?)
So why is it so hard to be happy?
In other places, there are a thousand lives worse than me. How can I pretend that I have suffered?
There, just by hearing my own words, I want to hide myself underground.
And if it is true, that in this country we have a good life,
Then why? (Then why? Then why? Then why?)
 
[Bridge]
Deep down, I think I have to die once, before my own death
I have to open up to the obvious things of our fate
I must die once before my own death
So that I can detach myself from everything that is unique to Mankind
We must die once before our own deaths,
Smile for something other than a gold offer.
We must die once before our own deaths
So that we can detach ourselves from everything that is unique to Mankind
 
[Outro]
Yeah, deep down I feel like I have to die
At least once, in my lifetime, before my own death
To finally learn to live again, in peace
To satisfy myself without reluctance of my own fate
To ignore my scars
To take, in this first death, all forms of ego and whims.
In order to find happiness, I have to make an attempt
I must die, before my own death, to finally learn again how to live
(Learn again how to live)
 

• French expression meaning: I only miss small stuff that doesn't really matter.
• 2. French interjection close to 'Holy cow!' or 'Holy shit!'

Loneliness

Remember that I love you as much as a man can
But she's also necessary for me
She who has a wild beauty no one desires
Who made the wisest men taste folly
 
At first I ran away from her
I didn't correctly understand her language
I only saw the rose's thorns, not the petals of the flower
Getting to see them probably comes with age
 
She and I, we do no wrong
It's strange, I don't know what others see
We talk about this and that, we hold one another
I admit it disturbs me when she talks too much about me
 
Together we laugh, we dream
Together we search in the stars for those the skies took away from me
Always remember how much I love you
But also know that she's the only one who could understand me
 
She's known me since I was a child
She replaced my father
She often hid under the bed
 
She's my oldest friend, the passing time strengthens her
I thought I could live without her but I was wrong
Look deep into my eyes, she's staying there
Come closer, see how she sculpted her face into my eyes
 
It will soon be the time to go
My sweet loneliness is calling for me
I smell the perfume of my cursed flower
 
It is once more the time to go
My loneliness is calling for me
She's my sweet cursed flower
She's calling for me, I'm going...
 
To be honest I think I love her too much
Because once she asks for me I can't refuse her
Immediately I invite her to another dance
And I know I'll never be her only rider
 
Yes I accept it, I let her take me away
I know how much our love is frail
At first I was suffering, I couldn't handler her
But we love each other passionately since this day I chose her
 
She's known me since I was a child
She replaced my father
She often hid under the bed
 
My loneliness prefers when I only use a few words
She says that for dreams, verbs are like hunting
She knows silence is God's word
That everything else is a wrong understanding
 
She likes to slip into my stare's slit
She says I sound like a broken animal
She knows that I feel like I have no place to call home
That until now she's the only one who tamed me
 
I love you as much as a man can
But as soon as she calls, it's not my fault, I'm shaking
No matter the time, no matter the place
Immediately I invite her for another dance
I'm going, I'm going...