Loïc Nottet - Selfocracy [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
My mother told me not to go near mirrors. For it seems that one day, a young boy died through looking at himself for too long
People say that they are ravenous. That they hunger for perfect reflections. That their insatiable appetites can even kill

Many of those among us, who lose themselves in mirrors
Too many who only live for appearances
Aware that he is not the fairest of all, malice jealous and evil. And aware that he is not the ugliest of all, malice boastful and arrogant

The mirrors distort us, they hatch outsized egos inside us, selfish, self-centered. This is what they are reflecting from mankind, why help someone if his misfortune allows us to advance?

Mother told me not to go near mirrors
Because it would seen that the more we look in them, the more our ears stop listening and our eyes stop seeing that the world continues to revolve around us

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