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