On the TV you're already a target.
When you're on the street it's already late.
They say "Yes" and the ascent begins.
They say you're wrong and there's no peace for you.
(Only white, only black...)
(What am I for you...?)
But for you I'm just.
A pop man
who has deceived you,
who is being hurt, followed and protected.
A man aside
who has disappointed you,
who travels alone in his confusing world.
But a man and that's it,
with discretion
against the excessive concerns of others.
And I sing because
the future scares even me.
Before it is too late, I'd like you to look at yourself.
I wouldn't want to express all my disdain.
But the future gets worse, the future grows old.
This comes from the pop man, the inventor of the mirror.
A pop man
who has deceived you,
who is being hurt, followed and protected.
A man aside
who has disappointed you,
who travels alone in his confusing world.
But a man and that's it,
with discretion
against the excessive concerns of others.
And I sing because
the future scares even me.
The thing you're thinking now is worth much less,
thus it entails zero responsibility from me.
A pop man
who has deceived you,
who is being hurt, followed and protected.
A man aside
who has disappointed you,
who travels alone
in his confusing world.
But a man and that's it,
with discretion
against the excessive concerns of others.
And I sing because
the future scares even me.
And I sing because
the future scares even me.