Lyrics
I'm not here to make you happy or to fix your mold, not for the external praise or the stories told
Not driven by the need to meet your expectations, in the shadows of my path where I find my foundation
No need for the smiles of the superficial, showing the intensity of my crime where the real will grow
Not bound by the desire for your fleeting delight, in the heart of my journey where I stand in my light
Not to make you happy just to follow my way, in the depth of my path where the real will stay
Not for the approval or the external play, in the heart of my grind where the truth will lay
I'm not here to make you happy or to fix your scheme, not for the external joy or the fleeting dream
Not living for the plug or quick praise, in the dark of my path where I set my gaze
No thirst for the validation or the outward cheer, in the calm of my journey where the real is clear
Not driven by the need to please or to conform, in the depth of my path where I weather the storm
Not to make you happy just to be my own, in the shadows of my path where the real is known
Not for the external praise or the visual Christ, in the heart of my grind where the truth is expressed
Not to make you happy just to follow my way, in the depth of my path where the real will stay
Not for the approval or the external play, in the heart of my grind where the truth will lay
Not to make you happy just to follow my way, in the darkness of my path where I plant my seed
Not to make you happy just to find my own, in the depth of my journey where the real is shown
Not to make you happy just to life I lead, in the darkness of my path where I plant my seed
Not to make you happy just to find my own, in the depth of my journey where the real is shown
Not to make you happy just to me follow my way, in the depth of my path where the real will stay
Not to make you happy just to follow my way, in the depth of my path where the real will stay
Not for the approval or the external play, in the heart of my grind where the truth will lay
Not to make you happy just to follow my way, in the depth of my path where the real will stay
Not for the approval or the external play, in the heart of my grind where the truth will lay
Written by: Georg Tomme
