Things are getting just a bit too cosy for me;
I see people how they see me
Gonna break away and gain control
You free your mind, you free your soul
I was the type who knocked at old men;
Who together at tables sit and drink beer;
Then I saw that I was really the same,
So this link’s breaking away from the chain.
Away from the numbers — away from the numbers
Is where I’m gonna be —
Away from the numbers — is where I am free
And I’m sick and tired of my little niche,
Gonna break away and find what life is
And all those fools I thought were my friends
They now stare at me and don’t see a thing;
Till their life is over and they start to moan
How they never had the chance to make good