“Mauvais Ordre” literally means “Wrong Order,” and Lomepal uses that idea to paint the messy reality of feeling out of sync with the world around him. Throughout the track he admits he often picks the right words but strings them together the wrong way, trapping himself in awkward silences, misunderstood jokes and one–sided love. We see him pacing a room with crumpled lyrics scattered on the floor, nursing a strong rum, and claiming that his only super-power is feeling super at ease when he is super alone. The chorus keeps circling back to the same frustration: in his head life seemed simple, yet the moment he speaks, everything tangles.
Beneath the self-deprecating humor lies a deeper confession about identity. Lomepal realises he speaks the same language as everyone else but is “from another world,” and every attempt to fit in only tears him apart further. The song becomes an anthem for misfits who fear morphing into the image others project onto them. By the end, he accepts that he cannot be “like you,” deciding instead to embrace the beautiful chaos of his own mauvais ordre and invite listeners to do the same.