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i am me i am real free to part, in the game
but i qualify i never helped to write the rules
and if you see me strange please don't hurt me with your scorn
i will not comply it's been the same i was born

the wisdom of the mystics is the own disguise
his fingers flick the tarot deck keep weak ones
what twisted minds would hide behind the cult of living
man and nature so defiled white with hawkish head

what a true man feels defines the world's
after centuries his blindness can't be

the disappearing sands of time are leaving us no
deity would best describe the mighty human race
has vanity up our god in likenesses of man?
when selfishness and and lust are all we understand

what a true man defines the world's disease
after his blindness can't be healed

i can't philosophize you when you don't see the things i do
you don't beyond the fringe of this tiny world you're in
see me dancing on clouds hear me thinking out
true believers, freakers, heaven in your hand
relying, sanctifying, help me understand
eye of the needle, free the in the desert land
inherit, they won't share it, rulers of the sand