My present is lost

At the window of the uncultured people

We meet the crumbs there

Leave it for the crows

Your ode to mediocrity

People without honor

In an era of so little

Refrain :

Is only the culprit

This innocent who yearns for the truth

Is only praiseworthy

This present in futility

Art as a memory

At the expense of the modern

Evolution under mimetic conditions

Without being reborn I would deprive myself

Of your image

An interface with a thousand faces

Refrain :

Is only the culprit

This innocent who yearns for the truth

Is only praiseworthy

This present in futility

Make me be

Just a use

Get away from me

A whole other face

Refrain :

Is only the culprit

This innocent who yearns for the truth

Is only praiseworthy

This present in futility

Is only the culprit

This innocent who yearns for the truth

Is only praiseworthy

This present in futility

You for your just forgiveness

You for your just illusion