[Verse 1]
It's like a machine at full power
A locomotive charging without end
Hits shakes, I'm not getting used to
Who's driving, who's pushing this train, who knows where it goes
I have a headache, I have a heartache
Please make it stop, call me the ticket inspector
I want they explain to me, I want someone
In case of panic, it's written there
Oh, pull the hand brake
And you what are you doing here
On your sofa, at my side
Don't you see I'm dying, I'm exhausted
I'm out of sap, I won't hold
Look at me, tell me the soft words
These words whispered
Let me get off far away far away of all this
I want, I order, look at me
I need your eyes
It's the mirror where I exist without them
I don't see myself
Everything inhales us, small screens
Must show the worst elsewhere
To accept our nothings
If you don't take care, with the time
You don't care about stations and you never get off
Temples hitting, it takes me again
Or you reasoned yourself or you take medication
But I want to know, one time only
The end of the story and why, where and how
Who are the good ones and the bad ones
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