The face of the drunk artist stolen,now stands,infront of you,in the mirror,and all around
The voice of the mad artist sings all around the world,but the mad artist never speaks..
Dreams of the dreamer makes everything bloom,but the dreamer is lost in nightmares..
In this world,who is not in debt then?
In this world who is not a thief,that you worry so much,and daze?
The stolen identity,the loud screams in the name of the drunk artist whom no one has ever seen..
Used everywhere even in dollar sign..
In this world,where even breath is stolen..
Why worry about being a thief,when you run alongwith the mad artist?
