You whisper information You got a hole in the storm You got everybody's number And wait for them to wrong You got bad motivation Riding on your mind You give empty hope To everyone you know Your vision set a time Useless information Starts between your eyes So please don't worry You just lost your [?] business Her mind is saying something But your mouths won't agree It's an explanation For every valorisation Of things you want to be You got bad motivation Toying with your mind You got somethin' to prove With all the dodgey moves Shooting up your vibe You might call me Cesar Be a Buddhist in my dream Spoken easy, worry You just lost your appearance