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...'Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
