Since we have to be perfect
Never show our flaws
Since we have to keep secret
These pains that cut into us
Retouched icons everywhere
Splitting beauty from evil
Glossy paper truths
Preaching the ideal for us
When television becomes the way
Better to deviate from its steps
Because my life is getting bogged down
Drowned in the depths of this mirror
This screen which woos me
M 'anesthesia evening after evening
These cathodic churches
Where I prostrate myself
To religions without ethics
To hope at half mast
We let ourselves be carried away
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You the messengers of the screen
With illusory smiles
Superheroes of this sad time
Perverse icons of our evenings
I no longer believe in your speeches
I choose my simplistic vision
Because being happy is not being deceitful
And no joys for the selfish
For my life is bogged down
Drowned in the depths of this mirror
This screen which woos me
M 'anesthesia evening after evening
These cathodic churches
Where I prostrate myself
To religions without ethics
To hope at half mast
We let ourselves be carried away by it
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Yes my life is getting bogged down
Drowned in the depths of this mirror
This screen which gives me courts
Anesthetizes me evening after evening
We die of prayers
To cynical dogmas
Which exasperate me
And dry up our hearts
We let ourselves be carried away
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