The Unknown کے بول

People running same old ways See, tradition rules this place Though it may be sometimes good I say Mostly there is no real sense Maybe a kind of sentimentality The reason's lost so long ago I don't want to be Like my mind's not free No, I'll choose the new and unknown No way out, no way to run Oh, from the unknown Everything's in constant change Try to build your mental range If you want to grow and reach your size Fear has killed what reason bore A policy that keeps you torn But security's not all that counts I don't want to be Like my mind's not free No, I'll choose the new and unknown No way out, no way to run Oh, from the unknown A hundred times it passed me by A hundred times I felt alive