Faces

One day, I woke up from bed, all I saw in the mirror was me
The pale face that I always had, the man that I'll always be
But one day a small thought was planted in my mind:
"That face I thought was mine inside your eyes I will never find".

That day, waking up from bed
I realized that my God was dead because
the truth you see is no more the truth that I perceive,
I live, in thousand minds...

NO-ONE:
Standing on the shrine of myself, this new mask makes me finally free
All my faces in their heads are now gone and my name is no more a chain for me
Touching my blanc face, no noses on my right
No more strings connecting me to the faces inside their heads.

Look at me! I am never free!
I am stuck between my old face and this new one
Can I be ever sure of how my face is in your eye?
CAN SOMEONE TELL ME WHO I AM?

A HUNDRED THOUSEND:

Look at me! What can you see?
Can be my face the one I wish to be?
No, my soul is split in more than a hundred thousand eyes...