These empty streets have nothing to offer
Your blinded mind was born to suffer
I have ambitions as well as hopes
Your world is miserable I expect more
I am the independent modern man
My attitude creates new shapes
I am the one outside the crowd
And what I want is something more
These modern books full of empty words
Can't excite me
I search for a spark between the lines
This is the way I choose!
This is the way I choose!
I refuse to follow, I expect more