The smell of gasoline must signal that we need to run for our lives
L’odeur de l’essence
Translated to English:
They’re waiting for a country
[Verse 1]
(Look) Nostalgia lures them with the greatness of a past France that is but a fantasy
(Look) Lack of understanding grabs those who see their faith being seen as unworthy, without questions
(Look) Fear persuades them that foreigners are coming into their living rooms to replace them
(Look) Despair makes them take risks to survive where we’ve crammed them all together
(Listen) Paranoia convinces them wе can’t go out on the streets without being in danger
(Listеn) Panic pushes them to scream the Earth’s dying and no one gives a fuck
(Listen) Mistrust triggers them, saying we can’t eat anymore, we don’t even have the right to think anymore
(Listen) Hate pushes them to extremes, to fire it all up, to burn it all
[Interlude]
The smell of gasoline
The smell of gasoline
The smell of gasoline
[Verse 2]
The die has been cast, all of our leaders have failed
They’ll be destroyed by the beast they have created
Trust died at the same time as respect
What governs us? Fear and anxiety
We’re self-destructing, we’re looking for an enemy
Some say, “we’re fucked,” others are in denial
Billionaires are passing their inheritance on to their stupid kids
History belongs to those who wrote it
No one listens anymore, everyone spews their opinion
No one changes their mind, only meaningless debates
Everyone’s getting agitated that everyone’s getting agitated
Only rigid opinions, nothing’s ever accurate
No more time to think, tyranny of numbers
12-year-old kids’ tweets are being cited in the media
Intelligence doesn’t sell as well as controversy
Battle royale, it’s every man for his little team (Look)
Fascist bastard, hysterical bitch (Look)
Everything is reactionary, everything is systemic (Look)
Soon as an idiot does something bad
Somehow the whole world gets sensitive (Look)
The perpetrators are the former victims
The never-ending cycle of evil
Everything worsens, everything repeats
No solutions, only critics
Everyone is sensitive (Sensitive) Everything is sensitive (Sensitive)
Everyone is on the defensive (Sensitive)
Sensitive subject, sensitive person (Sensitive)
Sensitive (Sensitive) Sensitive (Sensitive)
Sensitive (Sensitive) Everything is sensitive (Sensitive)
Everyone is on the defensive (Sensitive)
Sensitive subject, sensitive person (Sensitive, sensitive, sensitive)
Everyone’s fucking everyone, trying to make a little train
One out of every two discussions is someone complaining
While the rest of the world suffers to sustain our lifestyle
Parents drink, but for the kids there’s no cheers
Car accidents, domestic violence
Alcohol generating evil
Nothing fills more hospitals and court rooms
They deny their alcoholism only to then talk bad about it
We take Mongols, give them weapons
Call it “justice,” get surprised by the tragedies
Caught in an infernal vortex
We fight evil with evil and the media eats it up
Only trivial news stories,
You’re either for or against, everything is binary
Publicity seekers flirt with extremes
Since the Mongols have become the experts
Surrounded by Mongols, the Mongol Empire
We act like Mongols to please Mongols
We’re gonna fall like the Mongols
Like the Egyptians, like the Romans, like the Mayans, like the Greeks
We need a reboot, we need a reset
We don’t believe in anything anymore, everything is deepfake
Facing the unknown in rejection
Mix of fear, hate and sadness
Our contradictions, our dilemmas
Corrupt, I was born into the system
No one is moving in the same direction, everything is inert
We only see a single form of wealth
Taking money from people is stealing except when it’s a business
Generation Z ’cause it’ll be the last
It’s clear we haven’t known war
All the old people vote, they’re gonna decide our future
Grandma votes Marine, she has three years to live
Fascist YouTubers, subversive usernames
Look what happens when you censor artists
Nothing ever progresses, many are radicalized
Without historical frames of reference, they get lost in the nostalgia
For a time when others were already nostalgic
For a time when others were already nostalgic
For a time when — Uh! Fuck! The …
Sheep just want a charismatic leader
No empathy, everything is hierarchical
School only teaches you individualism
They teach you how to make money, not friends
If the president wins half the votes
That means two-thirds of France didn’t want him
No need to know what the Senate is
To see that old rich people make the laws, uh
No one likes the rich ’til they become one
Then they stash their money, trembling in fear of losing it
So many shitty jobs, pretending to work
How many jobs are just to satisfy our bosses?
We’re fed judgment, we’re fed clichés
We can’t even feed ourselves, yet we destroy each other
We can’t handle our emotions so we hide them
Can’t handle our relationships so we ruin them
Don’t accept who we are so we’re cowards
There’s no forgiveness in a world where nothing gets deleted
We spit on each other, we don’t know how to live together
We’re fighting to be at the front of a plane heading straight into a … crash.
