Mechanical heart, where are your batteries?
Lost in a world, totally foreign
What is the reason for all these lies?
We don't have the right to withdraw anymore...
I don't have time to lose my mind
To save us from ourselves
I don't have time to lose my mind
To save us from ourselves
What is this drunkeness1 that pulls us?
Where do these words that attack me come from?
Incomplete pleasures that bewitch me,
We don't have the right to close our doors anymore...
I don't have time to lose my mind
To save us from ourselves
I don't have time to lose my mind
To save us from ourselves
To save us from ourselves
To save us from ourselves
1. It's the best translation I could think of, since I thought that "intoxication" was too negative to be written here. The original French word "ivresse" has a double meaning: it can mean being drunk from alcohol, or it can mean feeling so incredibly happy that you lose touch with reality (just like a drunk person feeling good).