Martin Malota - Product. lyrics

I'm an Albanian-American in Michigan A Lost Angel, victim and product of the environment I'm living in I'm listening to the cries and the screams that have risen From the fire inside of my mind, dying to be written You're lying if you're listening and trying to be different There comes a day and time when you're surviving on your dividends The ends aren't justified, the means aren't efficient And at the end of the day, well it's night time for instance The difference is, the inference of division Between the art and the business should be much larger for the musician And if that isn't right, then I don't know what it is When you don't comprehend the meaning, it'll compromise the mission Imprisoned in this prism of light, spark the vision It's right in front of your eyes, glimmering in the distance A riveting plot thickening, stick to the script And if it sticks to your ribs, you know it is what it is, isn't it?