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

the of the mystics is the devil's own disguise
his fingers flick the deck keep weak ones mesmerized
what twisted would hide behind the cult of living death
man and nature so defiled dove with hawkish head

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

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

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

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