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