I wish to burn my passport
They sacralize the date
Countdown to fall of razors
They take it with no hate
Law do define your nature by
The year your body came outside
A shame that things you can't control
Are used for giving names to call
Stop judging it by numbers
The labels "young" and "old"
Who gave them right to count your summers,
This fucking crowd and world
Chorus:
I'm eighteen even when hundred eighteen
And never I pretend
I'm waiting, damn waiting
For world to understand
I'm eighteen or eighty or maybe more and more
It doesn't matter and I'm hating
That custom and ignore
That's shame and more than pity
In current century
In every giant city
Only a few agree
The people counting ages
Intensify torment
Why nothing really changes
We need it to invent
But before life potion made
First the mind has to upgrade
Number scale division sucks
Youth is not about numbers
To win against the aging
Is really not enough
Until the numbers caging
The concept of the Youth
Why numbers make you blind?
Youth is a state of mind!