Libra lyrics

It's a matter of mass It's a list of numbers The importance of sense of weight Deafening noise of thunders It's a matter of physics Or a matter of strength Imperial system, obsolete The variants were maintened I will determine what you will be And you shall live up in the air I will ordain what you will see And what you ought or could repair Thou shalt be a triple Thou shalt be also cardinal A measure of balance Or just someone special Thou shalt be hidden beauty And will affect what is real You should cultivate magnolias But you remain stucked in what's virtual And the stars in the sky They will be there to guide you They will shine intensily And the stars in the sky They will be there to hide you They will hide you from your fears