I am the observer
I am the third eye
The world's spy
What did I do to deserve

To have to experience this curse
Sentenced to write and draw the pain
In my bathroom walls for the gain
Of the Universal purse

The artist has a heavy weight on his shoulders
He must push his boulder
To learn the truth of the society
While experiencing the great anxiety

The world spins and seems blurry
Is he mad ?
Playing his cards
With an upside down World in an hurry