Canaille

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 --- Canaille - Cold Night For Alligators