The Way I Used To Be

This culture tied to me
Is too much for me
Tied to me
This culture is too cold for me
These malls are too crowded, way too crowded

I don't want to be (a face in the crowd)
The way I used to be (same old sound)
I want to twist and shout
I want to learn about
I want to speak aloud

This future tied to me
Is too much for me
Tied to me
This future is too cold for me
This armpit of oil is too soiled for me

Times just another wasted time
Times just another wasted day (right)

Just so you know
Now it's time