I live through this. My music, my lyrics, defuse it? I doubt it. I'm in tuned with it. Engulfed by it. Possessed by its spirit. Confession? This is it! They say it's dark, it's always so deep. My speech. But it's me. This smile is for you, while these words are for me. A release. To my disease. Comfort, to my imbalance. Steady to my unbalance. Control to my madness. How could you understand this? I'm giving my words a life. In spite of its sight. It's blind...