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

the wisdom of the mystics is the devil's own
his fingers flick the tarot keep weak ones mesmerized
twisted minds would hide behind the cult of living death
man and nature so defiled white with hawkish head

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

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

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

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