Tantric

Everything you know Somebody else has taught and told you Deep within yourself if you're Yourself are you that person
Like a coded frequency The people will unfold you Leave it up to everybody's hands To shape and mold you
Chorus: Yeah You can't shape and mold me You can't recreate me You can't even fake me Frequency
I took some time To stand on my own two feet But it seems that I'm weak now Cause I stand alone
Guilty of this body's currency To please the masses Such a counter view of what I do I feel the stresses I am not the one Who will relieve you of your reasons Leave it up to everybody else To shape your seasons