Balance (Original Mix)

Standing on the fulcrum where the extremes align.
Keeping equal measure in a sovereign design.
Not leaning to the left, not swaying to the right.
Anchored in the center through the heavy dark night.
No fake stability, I don't fake my composure.
Holding every feeling under strict enclosure.
I don't move volatile, keep the scales aligned.
Calm in the heart, tranquil in the mind.
Cut off excess, let the posture stay true.
Harmonizing everything I go through.
Heart stays steady while the chaotic winds blow.
Grounded in the rhythm, let the center ones know.
If they ask how I stand when the heavy waves rock.
Tell them fluid balance holds the key to the lock.
Yeah. Standing on the fulcrum where the extremes align.
Pressure on the axis but the alignment's divine.
Voices start to panic when the floor starts to shake.