Baz The Frenchman - Andante (feat. P.O. Box, The JB Conspiracy, Bad Cop, Bad Cop & Gino's Eyeball)

If the truth was common sense, wouldn't illusions be better
Geniuses never exist, just some contrarians who take risks
Work hard, obey, follow the pack, zero level of life perception
And subservience
Wait, there's no way out, you have to play this whole first act
My poetry with no sincerity
How would you fucking explain
That history is repeating itself
Seize it keenly as a chance to make the change
Seize it keenly to make your own peculiar history
Seize it keenly as a change to create your chance
Seize it keenly to live this unusual story
May your songs make sense
But I'm the Pornquestran, no soul for the body of my dreams
I'm the Pornquestran, disyllabic author of your screen
I'm the Pornquestran, pay attention to the rhetoric
I'm the Pornquestran, to the filthy producer who fucked me
Fast time civilised, pseudo society
No need to look a second time, see all the facilities where you
Pile up, all the deviants, waiting there, finding a reason to be part of this
Fast time civilised, pseudo society
I'm sick of counterfeit releases of humanity cause you, refuse, all the concept
Which could deconstruct step by step this
Fast time civilised, pseudo society
A hundred years of demonstration of your fragility
One-way movement, one destruction, keep it up till the explosion
Fast time civilised, fast time civilised, fast time civilised
My devotion has been violated
My perception is corrupted
By some values I didn't ask for
Ineffective drugs and meaningless verses so I will let go
No, never let it go, you have to share your grief
Cause if you let it go, this can be «hit-or-miss»
Mistresses fail to blow off the «ready-maid»
Think of it by yourself and bounce back from your pain
From the brook to the city
So many pale experiences gained
Misdiagnosis of your job
Travel time and travel fees
Won't always be compensated
Don't care 'bout careers, work your dreams to carry you away
Stuck in the streets, by the night
The head landed on the grass, of a neoclassic lawn
Awake by the dog, 10 sec rest, my life's like a cigarette, every breath slaves me away
I never pray
But can you believe?
Show me the way
Bring back my strength
I've been forced
To get lost
Show me your way
Pragmatic realm
To be forced
Be your host
All my hopes had freezer burns
Contradictions I couldn't push forward
No reward for half a manifest
No echo, no pooling, no progress
Total Picture
Awake
Awareness
For All
Rise Up

Written by:
Bastien BRISSON

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