We're always told to follow up [bad word] 
but I refused to [bad word] just another fool 
I'm sick and tired! Of a society 
that brings us through the boring way of normality 

But what if I built my own path through this forest? 
path where walls are made of smoke 

It's stereotypes that keep our minds still jailed in 
the prototype of how we have to live 
get married, buy a house and work until you  [bad word] the man they say you have to be 
But no, I won't be your role model 
I'll live my life in a way that when 
I'm on my deathbed I'll look back and say 
I lived the life that I loved to live. 

They say I'm mental 
that I need to quit 
but man why would I? 
When I fell this [bad word] free 
Sleepless and broke! 
But I'm so happy 
Cause all [bad word] from 
my way of living, my crazy routine. 

But what if I built my own path through this forest? 
path where walls are made of smoke 

It's stereotypes that keep our minds still jailed in 
the prototype of how we have to live 
get married, buy a house and work until you  [bad word] the man they say you have to be 
But no I won't be your role model 
I'll live my life in a way that when 
I'm on my deathbed I'll look back and think 
I lived the life that I loved to live. 

Every bus I've taken 
every road I've seen 
every friend I have lost 
and those I didn't meet 

All of them have shaped me 
Not looking for a change 
That is who I am, who I want to be 
I live the life that I want to live 

But what if I built my own path through this forest? 
path where walls are made of smoke 

It's stereotypes that keep our minds still jailed in 
the prototype of how we have to live 
get married, buy a house and work until you  [bad word] the man they say you have to be 
But no I won't be your role model 
I'll live my life in a way that when 
I'm on my deathbed I'll look back and think 
I lived the life that I loved to live.