All, Now - Scarecrow

You want it all

You want it now

You do what you want all the time

Now, we’re sick and tired

Now, you’re dealin' at your life with the boogiemen

Entends, la voix sortie des champs de cotons

Si loin des affres consuméristes et de consommation

Loin des esprits enfermés par la contemplation

D’un écran vide de sens menant à la soumission

Entends le malaise monter sous l’encre de nos crayons

Dont l’angle fixe le champ des possibles jusqu'à l’extinction

L’avenir, qu’importe, car trop stressé par ce que nous verrons

Alors le parachute glisse dans la glotte de nos illusions

Si loin de ce que nos parents vécurent à notre âge

Le life style c’est Sex, Drogue, Rock’n Roll et carnage

Ce qu’on veut c’est tout, tout de suite.

T’es pas content?

Dégage

Qu’attend-t-on pour sortir de ce schéma, scier le barreau de nos cages

Nos dépressions sont peut-être le fruit de l’incompréhension

D’un monde qui cours sur le crâne sans volonté ni visions

C’est l’aliénation du vassal déshumanisé

La liberté n’est que poudre aux yeux pour l'être infantilisé

Well, I guess that you forgot about your far far ex

After the boogieman, there will be no next

You want it all

You want it now

You do what you want all the time

Now, we’re sick and tired

Now, you’re dealin' at your life with the boogiemen

You want it all

You want it now

You do what you want all the time

Now, we're sick and tired

Now, you're dealin' at your life with the boogiemen

Hear the voice from the cotton fields

So far from consumerism and consumption

Far from the minds locked up by contemplation

From a meaningless screen leading to submission

Hear the discomfort rise under the ink of our pencils

Whose angle fixes the field of possibilities until extinction

The future, who cares, because too stressed by what we will see

So the parachute slips into the glottis of our illusions

So far from what our parents experienced at our age

Lifestyle is Sex, Drugs, Rock'n Roll and Carnage

What we want is everything, right now.

Aren't you happy?

Clear

What are we waiting for to get out of this pattern, saw the bar of our cages

Our depressions may be the fruit of misunderstanding

Of a world that runs on the skull without will or visions

It is the alienation of the dehumanized vassal

Freedom is just smoke and mirrors for the infantilized being

Well, I guess that you forgot about your far far ex

After the boogieman, there will be no next

You want it all

You want it now

You do what you want all the time

Now, we're sick and tired

Now, you're dealin' at your life with the boogiemen