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The Dali Thundering Concept - The Myth of Happiness

Official 'The Myth of Happiness' Music Video of The Dali Thundering Concept's album 'SAVAGES', released with Apathia Records and Thundering Production on April 13th 2018. JOIN US ON PATREON :   / thedalithunderingconcept   DIGITAL : https://tdtc.lnk.to/Savages MERCH : https://thedalithunderingconcept.bigc... Social medias links - TDTC Facebook -   / thedalithunderingconcept   TDTC instagram -   / thedalithunderingconcept   TDTC Twitter - https//twitter.com/theDaliTConcept Apathia Records: http://apathia.link/tdtc Suscribe : https://www.youtube.com/subscription_... Website : http://www.apathiarecords.com/ Facebook :   / apathiarecords   Twitter :   / apathiarecords   Director : Igor Omodei (www.igoromodei.com) Glasses guy : Vincent Martins Homeless man : Nicolas Cazaux Happy customer : Floriane Pavoine Sad clown : César Marlier Mount Olympus girl : Teal Path Life goals girl : Philae Lachaux Makeup : Floriane Pavoine Recorded / Mixed / Mastered by : Léo Natale & Martin Gronnier Special thanks to all the people who contributed on this project, and all the work they've put in it! Lyrics : So fucking late I am so fucking late So many things to see Reality is softer through an lcd screen Rigged Esthetics and fucking capitalistic dreams All seem in my reach Damn I should be flying, floating amongst the stars My wings are spread and flapping but it’s just too hard Sun is far, why is the wax already melting, drooling down ? Lost in this maze, I gaze up to the Milky Way My ego goes up and down twerking on this symphony I'm a bird, I'm a plane, I'm a god, now I'm sucked back to mediocrity How can I be so weak? I'm a piece of art Sadness has no price for everything else there’s MasterCard But it's all possible; all accessible I won't be another sad clown in this circus But it's all possible, so fucking buyable Sculpted in silicone anyone can stand on Mount Olympus In Walmart I trust It’s just a race for the newest grail I'll put my lips to each cup, to every vase I'll pull out the blade Holy syrup running through my veins Modern slaves have no fucking chains, I’m in debt Damn I’m so hollow just call me a shrink I’m a blank note in desperate need of ink I’m a wooden doll lacking a spell A church that’s lost its fucking bell Possessions for an empty shell Give me a fate, set me on fire, make me a flame Let me enlighten the worthless and plain It's a lifelong quest But in the end it all fake, lost in bullshit, I pretend and feign