Music & lyrics, arranged & produced by Ernest Deriabin (in Berklee practice room =)
LYRICS:
By the wallets I'm poor - like a billionaire By the poems I'm weak - likewise Apollinaire By the music I'm quiet - like metal rock guitar By the way - how dare you judge?
I use everyone I use the world I use it, or then I'm gonna be used I hate to be used, but I need to be used If you don't use me - then I'll use you again
Here am I, so look at me - you'll see yourself inside To be honest, you're not free - but freedom always bites While it bites, it sticks around - but leaving us alone Can we catch it? No, we can't - I'm using you right now