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i am me i am real free to take part, in the
but i don't qualify i never helped to write the
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 is the devil's own disguise
his fingers flick the tarot keep weak ones mesmerized
what twisted minds would hide the cult of living death
man and so defiled white dove with hawkish head

a true man feels defines the world's disease
after centuries his can't be healed

the sands of time are leaving us no trace
what deity would best describe the mighty race
has vanity dressed up our god in of man?
when selfishness and greed and are all we understand

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

i can't philosophize with you when you see the things i do
you don't think beyond the fringe of tiny world you're in
see me dancing on clouds hear me out loud
true believers, jesus freakers, heaven in hand
self relying, sanctifying, me understand
eye of the needle, free the people in the land
meek inherit, they won't share it, of the sand