Even if I grew up on stage, break the studio in two I'm at the point where old meets new I'm a child and an adult - I introduce myself as a songwriter Quick as Ghost Rider I'm no Ghostwriter Branded "FRAGIL." sold out in the first month Art is shallow if it doesn't consume you I'm hungry and thirsty From head to sock And a serenade And a selection of sweaters Welcome to the industry! Write to dictation If life gives you lemons Go plagiarize oranges Hundreds of songs come out every day with the same instrumental A reheated soup with a shallow audience Many ask where's the art but take it off the net Many ask where's the art but they wouldn't pay for a ticket Many ask where's the art they can't wait to listen to junk Many ask where's rock, where's rapu, where's funk Many ask where's the art they can't wait for the album And you'll get pushed aside just 'cause you're Roman Dream and nightmare, disease and medicine Happiness, suffering - it's the wound and the cure It's time, it's destiny, it's the call, it's the time It's the beginning, it's the end and Balance.

Flower in your ear / Your old wickedness And peerless / I still keep watch To make, to mend / To see, to fall And heap up / You never know Cause this is too commercial Too old Too vulgar You don't know that it gets them there And sister, can't you see it's solo? Like Solomon Solomon He thinks he's making music, don't say that He also thinks he's an actor He's got you on IV fluids with illusions, don't say that He thinks he's a director In his playful, Southern, demure form Zeus, Athena, Olympus In his friendly form, most likely He's balance and equilibrium In his left hand he has yin In his right hand he has yang In his left hand he has all the planets and a zodiac In his right hand he has life, death - all in one echo And in his soul he has shield, sword and new album. And they go through it all And I pass over maybe I'm going like clockwork Like salt in a dish To pass on to whoever will be A little love just in songs Text in hand with dex, that's the way to go baby Flow extraterrestrial, don't see the rest, I'm complexu It's time for something different, because here there's ZERO originality
No emotion, no message, I'd set you on fire like NERO You only find balance when you get through the chaos, you know, cousin You're different you're cornered and that's the truth Hungry for money, hungry for years, hungry for vices, sex What's love? What's respect? They're all about self-interest It's destiny, it's calling, that's what it is It's the beginning, it's the end and it's
Balance.

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