By Frost

The only safety is to be on my own
Without doubts and clowns around
Lemmy put up my crown
With no gold and jewels on it

Just punch on the beat, i'm tired a bit

All time fight for self-freedom
By cutting off weakness and redundant people
By cutting off concepts and useless
opinions
To feel the true landlord of the life i live here

What is it like? It's like to live in spite
Not going forward, not looking behind
To free the inner kernel from stuck dung
In order to let myself fly my own flight

Getting down, to not screw up the pretty dawn
Getting silent, to not screw up the symphony of life
I dunno why, but always been feelin' like being above
Limits cuz freedom is my measure of being alive

I used to be pushy and ran every time i could
Just been for some time steady and disappeared for good
I didn't handle being someone, but a spectator
Ruining one's expectations,
i used to walk out the representation

Feeling myself being lack of patience,
Every time indulged in passion,
I'd been runnin' so totally and fast
Unless it led to violation

But then everything has changed,
I'd faced zen and got a good chance
To turn the case to other state of mass
To get more and lose less, to lose everything in order to get tru base