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Walking around in my city today,
the buildings and people
it all looks dead
The squats are closing, not "artists" get paid,
to pretend that something is happening
Tell how I am supposed to survive in these dead cities?
The dream is so bad and the people so sad,
the reasons why I never feel glad.
And they're cleaning every street, destroying everything
For a brend new building
You gotta pay to eat and sleep, survival is not free
It'll never be.
Non commercial activities are banned in most of the cities,
Squatters get evicted from their home,
but the flats remain empty.
It's a constant search for profit and for standardized habits.
The goal is the destruction of the will to live free
Every day i stray and try to do my best to live
trough this hell and forget all this present stress
Share my distress, all my life I feel oppressed,
it's a whole mess and I do it with success
When I see what's going on, it's hard not to feel down and out
And I feel ashamed
When I see what's going on, it's hard not to feel down and out
I feel the same
Everybody's looking for the same thing
Less authority, more solidarity
Everybody's looking for the same thing
Reach autonomy by any means necessary
Homeless and hopeless, I can't call it progress
Days go by, situation gets worse, the fight is almost lost.
Happiness and joy are my only quest
Will I reach them someday and feel alive for real?
Everybody's looking for the same thing
Less authority, more solidarity
Everybody's looking for the same thing
Reach autonomy by any means necessary
What's the other choice?
A more violent approach?
Subversion is all we've got
Is there a place in the sun for everyone?
Or are we doomed to a lifelong boredom?
Money bought something in the way,
that's our humanity
Surrounded but fuckin' lonely
usual urban story
From block to block, in stinky flats,
freedoms are locked and rents are high
The autonomists slowly disappear,
the poor and weak live in fear
Seems like everybody's dead
A strange feeling when I'm in my bed,
Wish I'd never wake up again
And i'm dyin', and I'm dyin',
you don't even know
And I'm dyin', and I'm dyin'
right in front of you
Seems like everybody's dead
A strange feeling when I'm in my bed,
Wish I'd never wake up again
And i'm dyin', and I'm dyin',
you don't even know
And I'm dyin', and I'm dyin'
right in front of you
the buildings and people
it all looks dead
The squats are closing, not "artists" get paid,
to pretend that something is happening
Tell how I am supposed to survive in these dead cities?
The dream is so bad and the people so sad,
the reasons why I never feel glad.
And they're cleaning every street, destroying everything
For a brend new building
You gotta pay to eat and sleep, survival is not free
It'll never be.
Non commercial activities are banned in most of the cities,
Squatters get evicted from their home,
but the flats remain empty.
It's a constant search for profit and for standardized habits.
The goal is the destruction of the will to live free
Every day i stray and try to do my best to live
trough this hell and forget all this present stress
Share my distress, all my life I feel oppressed,
it's a whole mess and I do it with success
When I see what's going on, it's hard not to feel down and out
And I feel ashamed
When I see what's going on, it's hard not to feel down and out
I feel the same
Everybody's looking for the same thing
Less authority, more solidarity
Everybody's looking for the same thing
Reach autonomy by any means necessary
Homeless and hopeless, I can't call it progress
Days go by, situation gets worse, the fight is almost lost.
Happiness and joy are my only quest
Will I reach them someday and feel alive for real?
Everybody's looking for the same thing
Less authority, more solidarity
Everybody's looking for the same thing
Reach autonomy by any means necessary
What's the other choice?
A more violent approach?
Subversion is all we've got
Is there a place in the sun for everyone?
Or are we doomed to a lifelong boredom?
Money bought something in the way,
that's our humanity
Surrounded but fuckin' lonely
usual urban story
From block to block, in stinky flats,
freedoms are locked and rents are high
The autonomists slowly disappear,
the poor and weak live in fear
Seems like everybody's dead
A strange feeling when I'm in my bed,
Wish I'd never wake up again
And i'm dyin', and I'm dyin',
you don't even know
And I'm dyin', and I'm dyin'
right in front of you
Seems like everybody's dead
A strange feeling when I'm in my bed,
Wish I'd never wake up again
And i'm dyin', and I'm dyin',
you don't even know
And I'm dyin', and I'm dyin'
right in front of you
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