Old timer,
You´re preachin´ at me,
You seem to think

That we are so damn different,
But we´re not.
We´re both stuck somewhere between life and death.

Old TIMER,
You won´t listen to me,
You´re still preachin´ to me,
You still seem to think
That we are so damn different,
But we´re not.
We´re both stuck somewhere between right and wrong.
Mhm.

You don´t know the difference between social identity,
And the truth.
You´ve been conditioned your whole existence,
But you just haven´t understood.
Call me a sinner,
Call me a saint,
Take what you know of me,
Burn it all the same.
I´m here to change.
With each subtlety
And I can´t blame nothing
but the fear embedded deep inside of me,
By society.

Old timer,
You´re preachin´ at me,
You seem to think
That we are so damn different,
But we´re not.
We´re both stuck somewhere between yes and no.

Old TIMER,
You won´t listen to me,
And you´re still preachin´ at me,
And you still seem to think
That we are so damn different,
But we´re not.
We´re both stuck somewhere between up and down.
Mhm.

You don´t know the difference between social identity,
And the truth.
You´ve been conditioned your whole existence,
But you just haven´t understood.
Call me a sinner,
Call me a saint,
Take what you know of me,
Burn it all the same.
I´m here to change.
With each subtlety
And I can´t blame nothing
but the fear embedded deep inside of me,
By society.