don t call me the prodigal son because i ain t coming back i ll make it on my own let me walk my own path don t worry about me i ve got everything i need i want to see the world through my own eyes climb a mountain to see the sky across the stars on the other side one of these days i won t be around i ll rip my roots up from the ground with wings of feathers string and wax i ll fly toward the sun until they melt from my back don t tell me there s nothing left to find nothing more than this i ll stumble and i ll fall but i ll find the strength to carry on one of these days i won t be around i ll rip my roots up from the ground with wings of feathers string and wax i ll fly towards the sun until they melt from my back one of these days i won t be around i ll rip my roots up from the ground with wings of feathers string and wax i ll fly towards the sun until they melt from my back
['gymcore', 'modern hard rock']