Narcissistic chansonier fighting delusional poetry
With electric demons and spiritual fumes

Similin' girls in Ginza style
Are bowing to the powdered queen and her clever dandy

Stars aligning, renaissance,
everything is making sense,
I was finding enlightenment,
impeccable data,
And now I'm losing control...

Looking for a perpetual center of gravity
That doesn't let me think about people and all the world that spins around me
Nothing that matters more...
Looking for a perpetual center of gravity
So I don't have to think about people and all the world that spins around me
Over and over again

Mystical and majestic the air in Moscow Cathedral a cold winter day, I'm fading away

Alienating [?] walking the city with fake strength to fulfill their mission in living agreement,
but they don't know what is for

I'm just searching for a permanent center of gravity
Within an overdose of information in a world that spins around me
Nothing that matters more...

I'm just searching for a permanent center of gravity
Within an overdose of information in a world that spins around me
Over and over again...