Lyrics

It seems to me that the artist's struggle for his integrity Is a kind of metaphor, must be considered as a metaphor For the struggle, which is universal and daily for all human beings On the face of this terrifying world, to get to become human beings Is that your fault, is that my fault that I write this? I would never become before you in the position of a complainant, in doing something that I must do What we might get at this evening, if we are lucky If the mic doesn't fail, my voice holds out, you ask me questions Is what the importance of this еffort is