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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 acting strange please hurt me with your scorn
i will not comply been the same since i was born

the of the mystics is the devil's own disguise
his fingers flick the tarot deck weak ones mesmerized
what minds would hide behind the cult of living death
man and nature so white dove 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 us no trace
deity would best describe the mighty human race
has vanity dressed up our god in of man?
when selfishness and greed and lust are all we

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

i can't with you when you don't see the things i do
you don't think beyond the fringe of this world you're in
see me on clouds hear me thinking out loud
true believers, jesus freakers, in your 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