Remind me to update my interests.
Run for the hills, pick up your feet and let's go,
We did our jobs, pick up speed now let's move,
The trees can't grow without the sun in their eyes,
And we can't live because we're too afraid to die.
Now hold on tight, yes hold tight, you're too slow.
Fire at the breeze that blows these thoughts through our minds,
And hire all the thieves to steal the thoughts from our heads.