A cloak of mystery, a beating heart He prays for sympathy, they do their part Can't you see it's not amusing anymore We're not amused by all the blood
You can call me dangerous, superstitious, passe', what you wish You can take my freedom, education, pride, love & honor 'cause I'm through with the war
This is just a hypothetical story Of someone, let's just say it's me I'd gain acceptance for my murderous ways By stalking a defenseless prey If I were
Safe inside my mother's womb A lonely boy in a lonely room Raindrops hit on window glass Looking out as people pass I remember the past and how much
Given the chance to run in the race The battle is on to win, show or place Am I the one expected to be Everything you want of me My heart is fading in
More and more you're lookin' in Play the game and never win More and more I push inside The negative and let it slide away All the pain I fear in life
Feel like you're flying Higher than any plane. Nobody knows you And everyone knows your name. Talk in third person As if you're someone else. Pockets
Life just threw a left hook to my chin and knocked me down. Tried to get back up but sorrow pushed me to the ground. But I say... It's not over. Fear
You should have seen me with the poker man I had a honey and I bet a grand Just in the nick of time I looked at his hand I was talking to an Eskimo Said
lips of a lover where an endless source of milk and honey flow mind for the people before a word is spoken all my needs are known he's just a regular
Everyone makes choices But I can't say which is right And everyone makes promises And only meant to lie And I don't know what to do And I don't know just
Man has got to work to eat, and this is what I do 5 days a week I'm at this place from 9 to 5, I get a salary for taking life They send 'em in, I send
A prophet on a rooftop lifting up his holy hands Shouting to the ground below People running here, people running scared Hiding in the shadow Turn a
Tried but I just can't Keep up with the Media Slant. I watch the spastic dance They're doin' the Media Slant. They must be members of some dark fraternal
My mind is like a video of memories But I don't know if I'm crazy In the classroom I would pray I wouldn't have to read that day, I was lazy People thought
Living by the turn of a phrase Judging by the look on a face I confuse, always do, and abuse, don't mean to Then excuse, always do, in the end, I lose
What a good boy I've been, a humanitarian Done what's right in my own eye With just a little compromise Every good boy does fine Does his best for all
zero was a hotshot a dozen years ago so opinionated he'd give 'em all a show heart attached to his sleeve by silverplated cords million dollar moonbeams