Swallow familiar vibes, in search of identity
Roots are covered with soil, clogged up creativity
Digging up the illusion, afraid of what will be
Desperately fighting the earth, the earth of maturity

Talking shit about bands that are progressing, telling them to stay true to the flame

Under the sun, fate will be progression
Open the mind, follow the heart
Under the sun, others will meet stagnation
The foolish faith in what you're not confused with loyalty

A prostitute to your entourage, you stay the same
Change and accessibility are your destiny
The following of the heart is the greatest trendkill