Sometime ago, I sold my soul through my precious music for money Thats one. All the systems and items created in order to sell more
My focus of vision has stopped Your quick promotions filled with useless things My rushing heart drags towards it... answers to it... retreats from it...
*You and me, what is the point of us being here, trying to bargain with my songs A rotted and f--ked up the music business In there, in the cetner, we are stupidly standing there
F--ked up Everything is F--ked up Everybody will F--k up the Business
Like a gambling table in Las Vegas,with just one breathing taking hit Again, I am like a bear, and the focus is just money You just blame it on the consumers (who buy the music)
In the contract, everything is taken away In a doubtful moment, the danger is felt And the TV chases me, already its the TV. Your eyes deceive you
*You and me, what is the point of us being here, trying to bargain with my songs A rotted and f--ked up the music business In there, in the cetner, we are stupidly standing there In there, in the cetner, we are stupidly standing there