Sweet sweet sweet school...

An infinite time since the last time

What I feel in this student city...

In this world

Being cool is permitted

Being myself, prohibited

I can hear from here their spirit call

That hide a profound malaise

Everybody smiles

This guy shows his new jeans

This girl her new dress

Indeed a false world,

In which only the image is the most important

Did he saw me ?

Did she smiled me ?

Are the main spirit's question,

That I can hear in this plastic world.

Still in my adventure,

My records are my essence

Because I know and you know

What they can’t imagine

I prefer to live in my world,

To believe in what I saw,

And in what I felt,

It allows me to stay full

In a way, to stay the same

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