Tekster: 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

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