Crediti
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yacine Aït Amer Meziane
Keyboards
Marie Moreau
Background Vocals
Mogan Cornebert
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Yacine Aït Amer Meziane
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Yacine Aït Amer Meziane
Producer
Thierry Chassang
Mixing Engineer
Testi
A soul dying within, emptiness pushing hard
Always growing and growing
Nobody outside feels betrayed 'cause the body
Has changed wears a shape less insane
One way to stop the emptiness from expanding
To fill it with pain
So will you
Open your eyes or congratulate
Yourself on your blindness 'til it's too late
Until he becomes the empty man
Too easy to believe you'll retaliate
When it comes to extremes before it's too late
Before he becomes the empty man
When the time comes will you
Choose between obligations or orders or mercy?
You'll be wearing armbands looking sideways
A blurred vision a pointed hood
A bloodshed like the good old days of legal murder
Or maybe you'll have the courage to say
You might contend or disobey
Will people think will people talk
Or howl for your blood
So will you
Open your eyes or congratulate
Yourself on your blindness 'til it's too late
Until he becomes the empty man
Too easy to believe you'll retaliate
When it comes to extremes before it's too late
Before he becomes the empty man
At some point you'll have to come to terms with it
If you're one who remembers
Stop blowing on embers
Blowing on embers
Open your eyes or congratulate
Yourself on your blindness 'til it's too late
Until he becomes the empty man
Too easy to believe you'll retaliate
When it comes to extremes before it's too late
Before he becomes the empty man
Writer(s): Yacine Aït Amer Meziane
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