Vārdi: Soil. Throttle Junkies. Everything.

Excuses they are what's giving
Of what's is ripe inside
And never ending
And they say

I move with the breeze if I can
Cause the grass won't grow where I stand
Knowing something if not everything
Stone the simple man

Laughter is something so they say
You can't fake dreams away

I move with the breeze if I can
Cause the grass won't grow where I stand
Knowing something if not everything
Stone the simple man
Make a mark on many at passing times
Take a power trip crazy within due style
Knowing something if not everything
Stone the simple man

Everything it leaves you something
And nothing starts the hunting
That's never ending
And again

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