You're speaking of 84

The old times that you adore

But, where were you at that time

Seven years old?



You say that you're one of a kind

And think that you're far from the trends

Well, I've got news for you,

You're creating one more



Open your closed eyes now

Lock up your ears

Release your narrowed mind

And see things clear

You're trapped in the underground



No, there is only one way,

And that is your way



You have such a boring closed mind

Either it's white or it's black

So, you make up your own rules

About 'true' and flase



So get out of my sight

I'm laughing too much about you

So, try stand in my way

I'll for sure move you



Open your narrowed eyes now

Lock up your ears

Release your closed mind

And see things clear



Underground



You're speaking of 84

The old times that you adore

But, where were you at that time

Seven years old?

You have such a boring closed mind

Either it's white or it's black

So, you make up your own rules

About 'true' and flase



So get out of my sight

I'm laughing too much about you

So, try stand in my way

I'll for sure move you



Open your closed eyes now

Lock up your ears

Release your narrowed mind

And see things clear



'Nothing against the underground scene itself. Juct a kick on

those who bury themselves in the past and never can accept

fresh and new elements into music. Old music is great, but not

an argument for not progressing. Another kick on the jerks who

try to be cool by pretending that they have been into (for

example) black metal since it started (though they are 16-17

years old and it started over 10 years ago). Not to be taken

too seriously, just a funny lyric...'