We all sell ourselves all of our lives long
Capitalism's all around
Bringing us down, tearing us apart.
The wheel keeps on turning but our souls never follow.
And then I open my eyes and realize
That the truth ain't right
And the wrong ain't bad
Sympathy of disguise.
Society's just another big machine
Following my steps,
It wants me, my poor velvet skin
Injured by all these prejudices.
Admirez la beauté de la différence,
Aimez celui qui est vraiment lui-même
Et non pas celui qui suit le modèle,
Ce moule déformé que vous idolâtrez.
