This is the story of a man
A dreamy boy…fragile child
He decided to leave it all, get a life quit his protective shelter
Where the shades of his soul-eating family couldn’t make him shine anymore

Well…the innocence
That childish blessed virtue
He had lost could maybe (maybe) be found
In another city
With another skin

He didn’t really know who he was
But for sure he would learn where to search
His continuous laughter was fake
His admiration for the others was fake
And the chain of friends he thought he had built was fake.

It was best to go
He had to break the bonds
Prove himself he was a man
And not a child anymore

He never wondered where he meant to wander
What he would do if he could have a choice
See the bright blue mountains
Cross the shallow seas
Or simply lay in the white cotton grass flowers

He never wondered if those lovers were players
Moving randomly on the stage of his profound despair
If the diversity he chose was just a diversion
Or some kind of perversion of his identity

So he left
And he walked
And the walk was tiring and lonely
He was loosing track of time
Going somewhere but he was still nowhere

He was a nowhere man
Making his way through so many hurdles
And still knowing that he was golden
‘cause that’s the way he was born
And you can’t change the way you were born right?

And escaping always escaping
Just moving always moving
Doing things always doing things
Never resting never ever resting

When the city appeared
It stood like a giant fortress
Sleeping in the arms of a slippery hill
Giving her hand for forgiveness

He crossed the wooden bridge up the small hill
And down the first constructions
The sun too was escaping slowly
The atmosphere was getting cold

And a dismal fog was starting to threaten
But the scenery was so stunning

Broken cars
Smashed windows
A smell of confined air
As if he had opened the door
Of a secret unspoiled jar
With no treasures inside

Some magazines were thrown on the ground
Dating from the old times
Showing the only faces that could be found in this town
‘cause no one was living here

Everything was in ruin
Everybody had left
There was no soul to talk too
No bars to walk through
No shelter to run to

So he walked again
But this time he was going nowhere

Abcity…abcity was all fake
And all the sacrifices he made
Maybe the worst mistake he’d ever done
The worst mistake he’d ever done
Leaving his city
Leaving his friends his family his love

Thinking of the past as a painful burden
He had to get rid of as quickly as he could
And now he was alone
Face to face with himself

And this time he could not escape
He had to look inside the mirror
The mirror of his life the mirror of his body
He just had to go and face it

You can’t destroy your past
You can always burry your memories
Bad moments and sufferings
The figure of your parents
How they brought you up
But it never disappears
It sticks to your skin
For ever

Abcity is the graveyard of my depression
The wall of my selfishness
It’s the place where my illusions had to crash
The match that lights good memories
And makes me realize

In the end everything is not that bad
And I’m not afraid anymore
I’m not afraid anymore
I’m not afraid anymore…

This is the story of a man.