Reject The Mould

Below the surface I find what is real

A painful truth to reveal

We are all standing like automatons in life

Don't you see that we all share the same pathetic

style?

Reject the mould

Unclose the riddle

That never lets you grow

We need to molt

And push the wheel

That never seems to roll

We are simple puppets

With no individual viewpoint

Take your place-card and sit down

Reject the mould

Unclose the riddle

That never lets you grow

Delete the way and now turn yourself

Into a mystic soul

Delete the way and now be the weird

Be their denial

We walk following a stranger's footsteps

That will always take us to conquered lands

Reject the mould

Unclose the riddle

That never lets you grow

We need to molt

And push the wheel

That never seems to roll

Delete the way and now turn yourself

Into a mystic soul

Delete the way and now be the weird

Be their denial

What would you sacrifice

What would you exchange

For a piece of authenticity?

Delete the way and now turn yourself

Into a mystic soul

Delete the way and now be the weird

Be their denial

To be a mystic soul

Inside this world

Delete the way and

Be their denial