"All you have is yourself. All the rest is nothing."
And it's a lonely business: the life of a wild burning belly, and so many bellies are merely lifeless rocks[1], and what can put out the fire? ... Oh, nothing ... well, they are nothing[1], and it's a lonely business: the life of a wild burning belly, and so many bellies are merely lifeless rocks[2], and what can match the light? ... Oh, darkness, they ... are the darkness[1], and what can put out the fire? ... Oh, nothing ... well, they are nothing[2], and it's burning the way I need it to BECAUSE I can't be a fool - for the satisfaction of fools[1], and what can match the light? ... Oh, darkness, they ... are the darkness[2], and the moon may look cool and pretty at night ... BUT(!): it's as dead as some people's souls[1], and it's burning the way I need it to BECAUSE I can't be a fool - for the satisfaction of fools[2], and who can touch me? ... Yeah(!) ... rolling, rolling, rolling ... to my DESTINY[1], and the moon may look cool and pretty at night ... BUT(!): it's as dead as some people's souls[2], and who can speak to me? ... Hey(!) ... only Picasso, my soulmate ... a savage artist on a mission for all of eternity, all of it[1], and who can touch me? ... Yeah(!) ... rolling, rolling, rolling ... to my DESTINY[2], and there are others who will say literally ANYTHING!!![1], and who can speak to me? ... Hey(!) ... only Picasso, my soulmate ... a savage artist on a mission for all of eternity, all of it[2], and I've had it with all sorts, words, little action ... and I can confirm: I am sick of it[1], and there are others who will say literally ANYTHING!!![2], and so where am I, in life, and what is left, for me?[1], and I've had it with all sorts, words, little action ... and I can confirm: I am sick of it[2], and work, work, work ... and work, work, work ... and work, work, work ...[1], and so where am I, in life, and what is left, for me?[2], and it's a kind of happiness, er, I've been told, or I read it somewhere[1], and work, work, work ... and work, work, work ... and work, work, work ...[2], and it's a lonely business: the life of a wild burning belly, and so many bellies are merely lifeless rocks[3], and it's a kind of happiness, er, I've been told, or I read it somewhere[2], and what can put out the fire? ... Oh, nothing ... well, they are nothing[3], and what can match the light? ... Oh, darkness, they ... are the darkness[3], and it's burning the way I need it to BECAUSE I can't be a fool - for the satisfaction of fools[3], and the moon may look cool and pretty at night ... BUT(!): it's as dead as some people's souls[3], and who can touch me? ... Yeah(!) ... rolling, rolling, rolling ... to my DESTINY[3], and who can speak to me? ... Hey(!) ... only Picasso, my soulmate ... a savage artist on a mission for all of eternity, all of it[3], and there are others who will say literally ANYTHING!!![3], and I've had it with all sorts, words, little action ... and I can confirm: I am sick of it[3], and so where am I, in life, and what is left, for me?[3], and work, work, work ... and work, work, work ... and work, work, work ...[3], and it's a kind of happiness, er, I've been told, or I read it somewhere[3], and
And it's a lonely business: the life of a wild burning belly, and so many bellies are merely lifeless rocks[1], and what can put out the fire? ... Oh, nothing ... well, they are nothing[1], and it's a lonely business: the life of a wild burning belly, and so many bellies are merely lifeless rocks[2], and what can match the light? ... Oh, darkness, they ... are the darkness[1], and what can put out the fire? ... Oh, nothing ... well, they are nothing[2], and it's burning the way I need it to BECAUSE I can't be a fool - for the satisfaction of fools[1], and what can match the light? ... Oh, darkness, they ... are the darkness[2], and the moon may look cool and pretty at night ... BUT(!): it's as dead as some people's souls[1], and it's burning the way I need it to BECAUSE I can't be a fool - for the satisfaction of fools[2], and who can touch me? ... Yeah(!) ... rolling, rolling, rolling ... to my DESTINY[1], and the moon may look cool and pretty at night ... BUT(!): it's as dead as some people's souls[2], and who can speak to me? ... Hey(!) ... only Picasso, my soulmate ... a savage artist on a mission for all of eternity, all of it[1], and who can touch me? ... Yeah(!) ... rolling, rolling, rolling ... to my DESTINY[2], and there are others who will say literally ANYTHING!!![1], and who can speak to me? ... Hey(!) ... only Picasso, my soulmate ... a savage artist on a mission for all of eternity, all of it[2], and I've had it with all sorts, words, little action ... and I can confirm: I am sick of it[1], and there are others who will say literally ANYTHING!!![2], and so where am I, in life, and what is left, for me?[1], and I've had it with all sorts, words, little action ... and I can confirm: I am sick of it[2], and work, work, work ... and work, work, work ... and work, work, work ...[1], and so where am I, in life, and what is left, for me?[2], and it's a kind of happiness, er, I've been told, or I read it somewhere[1], and work, work, work ... and work, work, work ... and work, work, work ...[2], and it's a lonely business: the life of a wild burning belly, and so many bellies are merely lifeless rocks[3], and it's a kind of happiness, er, I've been told, or I read it somewhere[2], and what can put out the fire? ... Oh, nothing ... well, they are nothing[3], and what can match the light? ... Oh, darkness, they ... are the darkness[3], and it's burning the way I need it to BECAUSE I can't be a fool - for the satisfaction of fools[3], and the moon may look cool and pretty at night ... BUT(!): it's as dead as some people's souls[3], and who can touch me? ... Yeah(!) ... rolling, rolling, rolling ... to my DESTINY[3], and who can speak to me? ... Hey(!) ... only Picasso, my soulmate ... a savage artist on a mission for all of eternity, all of it[3], and there are others who will say literally ANYTHING!!![3], and I've had it with all sorts, words, little action ... and I can confirm: I am sick of it[3], and so where am I, in life, and what is left, for me?[3], and work, work, work ... and work, work, work ... and work, work, work ...[3], and it's a kind of happiness, er, I've been told, or I read it somewhere[3], and
And it's a lonely business: the life of a wild burning belly, and
so many bellies are merely lifeless rocks[1], and what can put out the
fire? ... Oh, nothing ... well, they are nothing[1], and it's a lonely
business: the life of a wild burning belly, and so many bellies are merely lifeless rocks[2], and what can match the light? ... Oh, darkness, they ... are the darkness[1], and what can put out the fire? ... Oh, nothing ... well, they are nothing[2], and it's burning the way
I need it to BECAUSE I can't be a fool - for the satisfaction of
fools[1], and what can match the light? ... Oh, darkness, they ... are
the darkness[2], and the moon may look cool and pretty at night ...
BUT(!): it's as dead as some people's souls[1], and it's burning the way I need it to BECAUSE I can't be a fool - for the satisfaction of fools[2], and who can touch me? ... Yeah(!)
... rolling, rolling, rolling ... to my DESTINY[1], and the moon may
look cool and pretty at night ... BUT(!): it's as dead as some people's
souls[2], and who can speak to me? ... Hey(!) ... only Picasso, my soulmate ... a savage artist on a mission for all of eternity, all of it[1], and who can touch me? ... Yeah(!) ... rolling, rolling, rolling ... to my DESTINY[2], and there are others who will say literally ANYTHING!!![1], and who can speak to me? ... Hey(!)
... only Picasso, my soulmate ... a savage artist on a mission for all
of eternity, all of it[2], and I've had it with all sorts, words, little
action ... and I can confirm: I am sick of it[1], and there are others
who will say literally ANYTHING!!![2], and so where am I, in life, and
what is left, for me?[1], and I've had it with all sorts, words, little
action ... and I can confirm: I am sick of it[2], and work, work, work
... and work, work, work ... and work, work, work ...[1], and so where
am I, in life, and what is left, for me?[2], and it's a kind of
happiness, er, I've been told, or I read it somewhere[1], and work,
work, work ... and work, work, work ... and work, work, work ...[2], and
it's a lonely business: the life of a wild burning belly, and so
many bellies are merely lifeless rocks[3], and it's a kind of
happiness, er, I've been told, or I read it somewhere[2], and what can
put out the fire? ... Oh, nothing ... well, they are nothing[3], and
what can match the light? ... Oh, darkness, they ... are the darkness[3], and it's burning the way
I need it to BECAUSE I can't be a fool - for the satisfaction of
fools[3], and the moon may look cool and pretty at night ... BUT(!):
it's as dead as some people's souls[3], and who can touch me? ... Yeah(!) ... rolling, rolling, rolling ... to my DESTINY[3], and who can speak to me? ... Hey(!) ... only Picasso, my soulmate ... a savage artist on a mission for all of eternity, all of it[3], and there are others
who will say literally ANYTHING!!![3], and I've had it with all sorts,
words, little action ... and I can confirm: I am sick of it[3], and so
where am I, in life, and what is left, for me?[3], and work, work, work
... and work, work, work ... and work, work, work ...[3], and it's a
kind of happiness, er, I've been told, or I read it somewhere[3], and
And it's a lonely business: the life of a wild burning belly, and
so many bellies are merely lifeless rocks[1], and what can put out the
fire? ... Oh, nothing ... well, they are nothing[1], and it's a lonely
business: the life of a wild burning belly, and so many bellies are merely lifeless rocks[2], and what can match the light? ... Oh, darkness, they ... are the darkness[1], and what can put out the fire? ... Oh, nothing ... well, they are nothing[2], and it's burning the way
I need it to BECAUSE I can't be a fool - for the satisfaction of
fools[1], and what can match the light? ... Oh, darkness, they ... are
the darkness[2], and the moon may look cool and pretty at night ...
BUT(!): it's as dead as some people's souls[1], and it's burning the way I need it to BECAUSE I can't be a fool - for the satisfaction of fools[2], and who can touch me? ... Yeah(!)
... rolling, rolling, rolling ... to my DESTINY[1], and the moon may
look cool and pretty at night ... BUT(!): it's as dead as some people's
souls[2], and who can speak to me? ... Hey(!) ... only Picasso, my soulmate ... a savage artist on a mission for all of eternity, all of it[1], and who can touch me? ... Yeah(!) ... rolling, rolling, rolling ... to my DESTINY[2], and there are others who will say literally ANYTHING!!![1], and who can speak to me? ... Hey(!)
... only Picasso, my soulmate ... a savage artist on a mission for all
of eternity, all of it[2], and I've had it with all sorts, words, little
action ... and I can confirm: I am sick of it[1], and there are others
who will say literally ANYTHING!!![2], and so where am I, in life, and
what is left, for me?[1], and I've had it with all sorts, words, little
action ... and I can confirm: I am sick of it[2], and work, work, work
... and work, work, work ... and work, work, work ...[1], and so where
am I, in life, and what is left, for me?[2], and it's a kind of
happiness, er, I've been told, or I read it somewhere[1], and work,
work, work ... and work, work, work ... and work, work, work ...[2], and
it's a lonely business: the life of a wild burning belly, and so
many bellies are merely lifeless rocks[3], and it's a kind of
happiness, er, I've been told, or I read it somewhere[2], and what can
put out the fire? ... Oh, nothing ... well, they are nothing[3], and
what can match the light? ... Oh, darkness, they ... are the darkness[3], and it's burning the way
I need it to BECAUSE I can't be a fool - for the satisfaction of
fools[3], and the moon may look cool and pretty at night ... BUT(!):
it's as dead as some people's souls[3], and who can touch me? ... Yeah(!) ... rolling, rolling, rolling ... to my DESTINY[3], and who can speak to me? ... Hey(!) ... only Picasso, my soulmate ... a savage artist on a mission for all of eternity, all of it[3], and there are others
who will say literally ANYTHING!!![3], and I've had it with all sorts,
words, little action ... and I can confirm: I am sick of it[3], and so
where am I, in life, and what is left, for me?[3], and work, work, work
... and work, work, work ... and work, work, work ...[3], and it's a
kind of happiness, er, I've been told, or I read it somewhere[3], and
