My usual suspect

I have a bit of your portrait in the dark,

With the features of my own stories,

A few sidelong glances,

And all the wrongs that I drag along

I judged you without knowing your name

I condemned you without having

This intention

But in the doubt where my anger settles,

Which of us two wears the mask?

Pre-chorus

A culprit is needed in people's eyes,

A name to soil when the world crumbles,

But when will the truth arrive

That disturbs the system

Who holds the hammer,

Points to me wrongly

Chorus

For you, my usual suspect,

The one who carries my evils,

The one we point to in court

So as not to look at my own guilt

For you, my ideal suspect,

I have prepared my accusations,

I have your face in my mirror,

Who then are we condemning in this story?

Your hands are no whiter than mine,

Nor is there more truth in your lies

We are sometimes born on the wrong side of the path,

With faults we did not choose for tomorrow.

Justice sometimes has its eyes blindfolded,

But men know very well how to close theirs,

We prefer a culprit to a question,

An innocent person to sacrifice our illusions.

Pre-chorus

Because acknowledging our own weaknesses,

Means having to drop pride and its promises,

And if evil were but a single face,

But a thousand excuses in this shipwreck

Chorus

For you, my usual suspect,

The one who carries my evils,

The one we point to in court

So as not to look at my own guilt

For you, my ideal suspect,

I have prepared my accusations,

I have your face in my mirror,

Who then are we condemning in this story?

I would like to know, before prejudices,

How many times I have myself turned away

The eyes of a man who was demanding justice,

To preserve in my comfort

The prejudices of the nobodies

Truth chooses its side,

It knocks at the door,

even after a long time

And the greatest courage, in the end,

Is to admit one's faults

before we are told them.

Bridge —

Tell me, who would I be without my certainties?

A just man or just a man who gets used

To looking for in others what he refuses in himself?

Is the judge always the one we believe today?

Chorus

For you, my usual l suspect,

The one who carries my evils,

The one we point to in court

So as not to look at my own guilt

For you, my ideal suspect,

I have prepared my accusations,

I have your face in my mirror,

Who then are we condemning in this story?

Outro

And if the true culprit,

In their ivory tower

Was not the one we wanted to see,

But this fear

that pushes us to lie,

Rather than having the courage

to discover ourselves