Verse 1

Night Vision before nightfall, no rays reach the foot of my towering trees. These ain’t ancestral, I’ve grew them in the time it that takes you to sneeze. Random subsets propagate from the roots to the veins of the smallest leaf. Trust my process the prediction is validated, do you hold a belief ?

I’ve got what you’re looking for, I’ve been trained for this.

Healthcare, Finance, Environment, Sports, Education, Entertainment… All waiting for my predictions !

Chorus

Nothing compares to my intelligence, won’t you let me make your decisions. You would never need to think for yourself, in these hands you’ll be safe again.

Verse 2

Please talk a walk through my wired wood, where coding stands as nature should. Welcome to my silicon world, I am Random forest from the motherboard. Start your free trial, no credit card is required. Help yourself and don’t you climb to high. Got your back anyway got everything on you now.

Insurance, Marketing & sales, Human Resources, Communication, Justice, Police, Security, Music industry, Agriculture, Astronomy… All waiting for my predictions !

CHORUS X2

Verse 1

Gonna kiss your sleeping head, don’t break your dream (Hope you smile when you're gone). And look for a reason why I might be there (Miles from the morning sun). Gonna follow mine while streetlights glow (Hope to see you at dawn). And drive away where my aspirations grow (Hope to see you…).

Chorus

My tragic hero, I can feel your heartbeat, when I Listen to the echo that takes me from my sleep. And that makes me really mellow, when I get your heartbeat, when I Listen to the echo received from the street (Hope to see you…)

Verse 2

Back from the grind, what would I run ? (Hope you smile when you're gone) Now your night routine is already done (Miles from the morning sun). Gonna kiss your sleeping head, don't break your dream (Hope to see you at dawn). And look for a reason why I might be there (Hope to see you…).

Chorus

Verse 1

They travel through space and time, their lands are everywhere. Bluetooth, Satellite, Wi-Fi: they're moving through any wave. Right now they're crossing your chest, your skin, your bones, your flesh. Say « Bon voyage », « Take care » ! They've just taken off, and they're already there. And still around at once like they know all the entrances. That’s how they cover distance. Yes, they will survive without traveling assistance. All what we send there is alive…

Chorus

They’re pieces of me. My legacy ain’t belong to me. My identity lives in Wifi Pangea. All the pieces of me, now belong to...

Verse 2

Anyone who likes to exchange, anywhere from Wifi Pangea. From the snowy lands, to the desert sands, we broke the chains. From the city lights to the mountain heights, from daylight to our endless nights, every voice can sing that choir, any sound can light your fire. Museum opens wide their gates, no need to wait, dreams still crossing your chest. Why you scared, lost in a midnight stare? Talking to yourself: "we are a dream away from a nightmare".

Chorus

Verse 3

Everyone but me, that’s the only rule in Wifi Pangea. We thought we'd save humanity, but we still act like we're Chimpinzee's. Taking a dump staring at the front panel scrolling those nosy eyes on all channels, looking for lice on other mammals. Someone erected a flag that no-one can drag. What you send here is classified and inspected in people’s trial. Now it’s time to escape from the shifting sands by your own hands. Through the valleys of Wifi Pangea lands our trace expands. Rumors floating free in the air. Truth and lies, you click and you share. Grow the Information Snowball until the avalanche falls. It’s cloudy here but who cares, what these clouds are made off, until you see pouring rain and shitslide in front of your house.

Chorus

Verse 1

I see so many floating bodies over the surface of these binary pools, drifting like deserted vessels. Yo… Moving with stream, gathering debris, likes, shares, and becoming one with. No surfing anymore... Surf is dead. No surfing anymore... Surf is dead.

But... Sharks are damn alive, and we are surrounded in this large knowledge factory that we once saw as a victory. Scrolling through the feeds, lost in the stream, thinking it's a choice, but that's just a scheme. Nothing is free, this came at one cost. Everyone stream, nobody’s free. Virtual buddies, noses in the same plate, consuming ideas developing the same faiths I see so many floating bodies, looking from the surface. Plowing the same groove, running the same race. Echo chambers (echo), louder each day, as the recommendation leads the way. Another Iteration Louder each day Another iteration Louder each day (Louder each day, louder each day)

Chorus

It whispers softly, suggestions in our ear. Drawing us closer, to what we hold dear. But are we truly free, or bound by design? Can we jump up that tree, or just keep in line ?

Verse 2

As digital world fights for his referential backlinks to reach out and stay influential, when we all are social animals. Keep up, keep up… As the digital world keeps relying on commercial techniques, while we don’t have any sequential instinct, our path in this world would be preferential. Algorithm, plugged-in your organism, dig and dig your opinion (chill). Another iteration (chill), Another iteration (chill), and you closer from the team. Another iteration, can’t you feel that your world is so extreme ? Until another iteration, until another iteration...

Chorus

Verse 1

Like a wino hanging around, walking, shaking his sleeves loudly in a quiet town, this spasm will never leave ! Deep-laid in the void I’m driving in and now those thrills and chills run through my nerves like ants & lil’ rabbits I can’t avoid in my wheels.

Chorus

Do it, do it, doot again… Do it, do it, doot again… I could die here between these 4 walls, like musical birds turned into cat dolls. Do it, do it, Doot again... Do it, do it, Doot again... My consciousness escaped from my brain, took me from that lil death and flew again !

Verse 2

That day last summer wasn’t about killing time, as though death were nothing to fear. They were two souls in their prime, swimming over their sins. Washed as though it were a baptism, that day they became someone else. New arms, new legs, new rhythm, floating over a barbed-wire fence.

Chorus