Rise To Fall

Below the surface I find what is real
a painful truth to reveal
We are all standing like automatons in line
don't you see that we all share the same pathetic style?
Reject the mould
unclose the riddle that never lets you grow
We need to molt
and push the wheel that never seems to roll
We are simple puppets with no individual viewpoint
Take your place-card and sit down
Reject the mould
unclose the riddle that never lets you go
Chorus:
Delete the way and now turn yourself
Into a mystic soul
Delete the way and now be the weird,Be their denial