Not that you say black, and I say multicolor,
Not that you want to belong to a gang and I'm against them,
Not about the soul, trip hop or dance music.
Beyond jealousy and passion, this is all about selfishness and temptation.
Subtle temptation, hidden, that becomes suicidal, hostile.
What about honesty? I believe in it, which I have with myself, nothing more.
People believe what they need to believe, rightly or wrongly, they will choose.
The price will be without what is sacrificed by this utopian suicide.
I mean, everything has a price, right?
foto: William Klein
