Canaille - Cold Night For Alligators

We are the weight and the useless

We count hours instead of days

Lucid dreaming is the only path, only serene path

We were not build to be useless

We were not made to be others' trash

Participation is given, not to be, not to be forced

We scream out our lungs

A desirable wish

These are the words, the words

Trembling hands

Dirty water flumes down our faces

These are the words, words, trembling hands

Electric minds are a fusion

Assume characters will last

Humanoid perception, pills are

Pills are stacked

Not just collateral damage

No, we are here, standing tall

Let the stories be changed

Not all are, not all are the same

We scream out our lungs

A desirable, desirable wish

These are the words

The words trembling hands

Dirty water flumes down our faces

These are the words

The words trembling hands

We, we were meant to control the self

Dirty water flumes down our faces

These are the words

The words trembling hands