Zamax — 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.