Maman j'ai mal
Eva
Mom, I'm Hurting
No, no, no more stories about thoughts, no
It's too dirty, it's too bad, no too bad, yeah
Mom, I'm hurting
You need to see
The spirit of evil
With the world
And when Narcissus talks to his phone
Mirror, mirror, my beautiful mirror
Mom, I'm hurting
Only looks and images matter
I see them all going crazy
The fruit of evil
Mom, I'm hurting
Incandescent
Indecent generation
Only thinks about Mr. Money
Little by little drifting away from ease
A war of religions
But the same beliefs
We’re losing our reason
Fear at home
Mrs. Television
Makes us lose our reason
And seeks division
Brings us confusion
They sold their souls to the devil
Forgot all their kind
Self-centered on their image
(It's too bad, no too bad, yeah)
Mom, I'm hurting
Adam can't find
True love anymore
Because with one click, he finds someone nicer
The spirit of evil
Mom, I'm hurting
Mom, I'm hurting
She feels bad
No longer accepts herself
Doesn't love her body according to Insta'
Alone facing the monster
That’s killing the world
A strange, insolent generation
No longer has a heart but often bequeaths
Little by little drifting away from others
Looking for a remedy, healing
At all costs
Even if it means losing reason
You're no longer at home
When you're on social media
Happiness is so strong
The world isn't that beautiful
You no longer see its flaws
Mom, I'm hurting
You need to see
The spirit of evil
With the world
And when Narcissus talks to his phone
Mirror, mirror, my beautiful mirror
Mom, I'm hurting
Only looks and images matter
I see them all going crazy
The fruit of evil
Mom, I'm hurting
