Reject the Mould
Below the surface I find what is real
a painful truth to reveal
We are all standing like automatons in line
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 go
Chorus:
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
Chorus
What would you sacrifice
what would you exchange
for a piece of authenticity?
Chorus
To be a mystic soul inside this world
Delete the way and now be the weird
Be their denial