I live of approval
I sell my feelings
I cry and grit my teeth
I came, I saw and I lost
I dig with my hands
In the pockets of my relatives
You live and you don't feel it
And you give me advice
I warm up the atmosphere
But I'm lonely tonight too
You study to pass
And I go by to escape
And while I'm holding her hands
That have the smell of other hands
I find no more satisfaction
I find no more satisfaction
In this new generation
No satisfaction
You laugh and seem like a hyena
I scream and seem like a monkey
You carve on your back
Any kind of adventure
I hold on to any excuse
You don't care about the others
That's the door
I find no more satisfaction
I find no more satisfaction
In this new generation
No satisfaction
No satisfaction
We're perfect machines
Of words, of lightnings
We're machines invented
By a somewhat animal mind
Cause a heartbeat and a roar
Both are a ritual
For the losers and the winners
The prize is the same
No satisfaction
No satisfaction
Next up, another like me
We're the new generation
But what do you want from me
I find no more satisfaction
No satisfaction
But what do you want from me
No satisfaction
But what do you want from me