A Corps Perdu feels like an adrenaline shot of freedom. Grégory Lemarchal sings about breaking the nets that trap us, refusing to be chained by fear or routine, and daring to chase the sky even if our wings get burned. The lyrics paint a battlefield where hope can make us puppets, yet the singer chooses to charge forward à corps perdu — body and soul, intoxicated, without make-up — because half-lived safety is worse than flaming out in pursuit of a dream.
The song’s heartbeat is a bold manifesto: mistakes and heartbreak may scorch us, but they also teach us; destinies may loop in circles, but we can still raise our own banners. Even if life turns out to be a “lost cause,” believing in it sets the soul free. Lemarchal urges listeners to write their own story, to stop being the plaything of chance, and to live passionately so that, win or lose, we depart this world proud that we at least believed. It is an anthem for anyone ready to swap caution for courage and live every moment at full volume.