Andante (feat. P.O. Box, The JB Conspiracy, Bad Cop, Bad Cop & Gino's Eyeball)

If the truth was common sense, wouldn't illusions be better

Geniuses never exist, just some contrarians who take risks

Work hard, obey, follow the pack, zero level of life perception

And subservience

Wait, there's no way out, you have to play this whole first act

My poetry with no sincerity

How would you fucking explain

That history is repeating itself

Seize it keenly as a chance to make the change

Seize it keenly to make your own peculiar history

Seize it keenly as a change to create your chance

Seize it keenly to live this unusual story

May your songs make sense

But I'm the Pornquestran, no soul for the body of my dreams

I'm the Pornquestran, disyllabic author of your screen

I'm the Pornquestran, pay attention to the rhetoric

I'm the Pornquestran, to the filthy producer who fucked me

Fast time civilised, pseudo society

No need to look a second time, see all the facilities where you

Pile up, all the deviants, waiting there, finding a reason to be part of this

Fast time civilised, pseudo society

I'm sick of counterfeit releases of humanity cause you, refuse, all the concept

Which could deconstruct step by step this

Fast time civilised, pseudo society

A hundred years of demonstration of your fragility

One-way movement, one destruction, keep it up till the explosion

Fast time civilised, fast time civilised, fast time civilised

My devotion has been violated

My perception is corrupted

By some values I didn't ask for

Ineffective drugs and meaningless verses so I will let go

No, never let it go, you have to share your grief

Cause if you let it go, this can be «hit-or-miss»

Mistresses fail to blow off the «ready-maid»

Think of it by yourself and bounce back from your pain

From the brook to the city

So many pale experiences gained

Misdiagnosis of your job

Travel time and travel fees

Won't always be compensated

Don't care 'bout careers, work your dreams to carry you away

Stuck in the streets, by the night

The head landed on the grass, of a neoclassic lawn

Awake by the dog, 10 sec rest, my life's like a cigarette, every breath slaves me away

I never pray

But can you believe?

Show me the way

Bring back my strength

I've been forced

To get lost

Show me your way

Pragmatic realm

To be forced

Be your host

All my hopes had freezer burns

Contradictions I couldn't push forward

No reward for half a manifest

No echo, no pooling, no progress

Total Picture

Awake

Awareness

For All

Rise Up