I am alpha and omega, I am karma, I am the goal
I am the drug, the addiction, I am the solution, the antidote
I am what I didn't want to be or what I dreamed of but couldn't
I am everything you could wish for, I am the truth and even more
Do you still believe what you see in the media?
Wikipedia doesn't change me, nor does the tick on Instagram
Money and fame won’t change me, I’ll be just like I was
I am the child who cried in a corner, always spat on and beaten
”You are not enough! We are not thе same!
You can’t do it! You are not enough!
Who do you think you arе? Actually who?
A controversy? Woman? Man?
You are a disaster, an infatuated! A disappointment and arrogant!”
Adult child. Young old man
I am an artist. I am who I am
They just can’t release a song unless I make ‘em a vocal guide
If I don't make them lyrics, I'll write them melodies and beats too
Even though I grew up on stage, I 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
As quick as Ghost Rider, got 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 my head to my socks
Roads and a serenade and a selection of chats
Welcome to the industry
Write after 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 so they listen to junk
Many ask where's rock, where's rap, 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 Romanian
The dream and nightmare, disease and medicine
The happiness, the suffer - 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
Piece of cake, your old wickedness
And peerless I still keep on watching
They can do anything, they can watch, they can fall
All of them together, you’ll never know ‘em
Cause he is too commercial
”Music for elders! 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 the shield, the sword and the 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 the generations that will be
A little love just in songs
Text in hand with dex, that's the way to go, baby
Extraterrestrial flow, you won’t see anywhere else, I'm complex, I guess
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 pass 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, it’s about time
It's the beginning, it's the end and it's...
Balance