Lirieke: Quicksand. Slip. Too Official.

Give someone some piece of your mind
Shine it, shine what you've been assigned
Has your identity sold out?
Sit in the back and make no sound
This earth will swallow you down

Honesty makes you sick
You don't act on, on what you think's right
Honestly want to kick down
Doors that keep you in

Let your hair down, sometimes relax your stiff posture
Or so they say, all work no play makes you dull
Chance to change the patterns we're born to
A fear of appearing too concerned
Try to speak, but the words just get stuck

Honesty makes you sick
You don act on what you think's right
Honestly want to kick down
Doors that keep you in

Each time you get to raise your hand
For changes you don't know your luck
So put yourself to use like
You were taught by, by your heroes

You speak your mind, that something
You speak your mind, that something
We don't get it too often