Transcendence
These common rules are not mine
Things are so predictable
Following this bloody straight line
It's something I'm not able
Now it's time to slam the doors
Then I suppose the black gold is god
I know where we can, where we can
Become human, human again
If everything were okay
It could even fool me
Oh I want to run away
Away with you baby
Could everything be alright?
I'm clearly wrong again
Oh I want to see the light
Join with me against the pain
I know it's hard to agree
I know we'll painfully pay
But does it make any sense?
To push away our divine chance
Over there I'm sure of this
Everything will be okay
You and me without offense
We will reach our Transcendence
Hope is wasting away now
And I feel disoriented
Far from here and close to there
Is an offer that we could share
They still want you endlessly
Look they try to distract us
I want to trust the future
You know I don't like to fuss
If everything were okay
It could even fool me
Oh I want to run away
Away with you baby
Could everything be alright?
I'm clearly wrong again
Oh I want to see the light
Join with me against the pain
I know it's hard to agree
I know we'll painfully pay
But does it make any sense?
To push away our divine chance
Over there I'm sure of this
Everything will be okay
You and me without offense
We will reach our Transcendence
I know it's hard to agree
I know we'll painfully pay
But does it make any sense?
To push away our divine chance
Over there I'm sure of this
Everything will be okay
You and me without offense
We will reach our Transcendence
Things are so predictable
Following this bloody straight line
It's something I'm not able
Now it's time to slam the doors
Then I suppose the black gold is god
I know where we can, where we can
Become human, human again
If everything were okay
It could even fool me
Oh I want to run away
Away with you baby
Could everything be alright?
I'm clearly wrong again
Oh I want to see the light
Join with me against the pain
I know it's hard to agree
I know we'll painfully pay
But does it make any sense?
To push away our divine chance
Over there I'm sure of this
Everything will be okay
You and me without offense
We will reach our Transcendence
Hope is wasting away now
And I feel disoriented
Far from here and close to there
Is an offer that we could share
They still want you endlessly
Look they try to distract us
I want to trust the future
You know I don't like to fuss
If everything were okay
It could even fool me
Oh I want to run away
Away with you baby
Could everything be alright?
I'm clearly wrong again
Oh I want to see the light
Join with me against the pain
I know it's hard to agree
I know we'll painfully pay
But does it make any sense?
To push away our divine chance
Over there I'm sure of this
Everything will be okay
You and me without offense
We will reach our Transcendence
I know it's hard to agree
I know we'll painfully pay
But does it make any sense?
To push away our divine chance
Over there I'm sure of this
Everything will be okay
You and me without offense
We will reach our Transcendence
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Writer(s): Bruno Sylvestre, Killian Sylvestre
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