La Raba

They told you the path is made by walking it
Even if there are friends left behind who'll never come back
Don't think about the future, if it exists, it'll come
I wouldn't bet a dime on it, tell me what you're putting in

And we’re born, we grow, some screw up and others follow
And we laugh, we cry, some dream of freedom

I've looked around and found coded brains
What a comfort

Like leaves carried by the wind until the moment comes
For their funeral

I refuse to be cattle, controlled by thieves
Just another sheep

Fuck them all, I don't trust any of them

And we’re born, we grow, some screw up and others follow
And we laugh, we cry, some dream of freedom