Certaines règles, dont on connaît pourtant les effets, peuvent nécessiter toute une vie de réflexion avant de... ne trouver aucune réponse tangible et absolue aux questions qu'on lui pose. « Pourquoi naît-on, vie-t-on et meurt-on ? ». La dureté sonore de cette question met bien en évidence l'opacité, la couche granitique de mystère qui entoure et protège cette vérité incontournable. Tout homme honnête se pose cette question toute sa vie.


It's funny how money change a situation
Miscommunication leads to complication

It could all be so simple
But you'd rather make it hard
Loving you is like a battle
And we both end up with scars
Tell me, who I have to be
To get some reciprocity
No one loves you more than me
And no one ever will

You're part of my identity
I sometimes have the tendency
To look at you religiously
'Cause nothing even matters to me

Sometimes it seems
We'll touch that dream
But things come slow or not at all
And the ones on top, won't make it stop
So convinced that they might fall
Let's love ourselves then we can't fail
To make a better situation
Tomorrow, our seeds will grow
All we need is dedication