[Part 1]
I don’t belong, where the lights are on
I stay in my space
That’s fucking all!
I stand alone, no need a fake hands
I don’t ask for shit and dirty fake friends
I am who I am and only I can change myself
I choose the quiet, I reject the stress
No noise in my head, no weight on my chest
I keep it calm or I cut the rest!

This is my ground, this is my sand
I have a closed door
I don’t need more!
This is my ground, this is my stand
Door stays shut
I don’t need more!

I don’t need more!

[Part 2]
From the North of Czech, where the mountains rise
I see the world through a cynic’s eyes
Black keys and synths under my control,
But the oil from machines is my lead role
Echoes of the rain, voices in the dark,
I strike the keys to ignite the spark.
Harmonic distortion, a cynical choir,
Rising from the mud, reaching for the higher!
Reaching for the higher!!!

This is my ground, this is my sand
I have a closed door
I don’t need more!
This is my ground, this is my stand
Door stays shut
I don’t need more!

I don’t need more!

[Part 3]
Waking up empty, like a sleepwalker
The same cold house and an endless hole
A deliberate smile on my face, I am just a survivor
And anxiety whispers to me: "You will never be whole!"
My voice won’t fade, it crawls in my head
Holding my ground, but barely alive
Every step forward feels like closer to death
I’m just screaming here until I learn how to survive

(This is our ground, this is our sand.)
We have a closed door
We don't need more!
(This is our ground, this is our stand.)
Door stays shut
We don't need more!

We don't need more!