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i am me i am free to take part, in the game
but i don't qualify i never to write the rules
and if you see me acting strange don't hurt 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 deck weak ones mesmerized
twisted minds would hide behind the cult of living death
man and nature so defiled white dove hawkish head

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

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

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

i philosophize with you when you don't 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 thinking out
true believers, jesus freakers, heaven in your
self relying, sanctifying, help me
eye of the needle, free the people in the desert
meek inherit, they share it, rulers of the sand