Sometimes a hero, sometimes a foe Sometimes the murderer of mister John Doe I�ve done things that I never will do Some good, some bad, but none of them true
A playground for life, surreal and unreal For the way I act, the way I feel Anger, hate, love, lust and lies My imagination is the key to surprise
CHORUS: I�ve got perfect armour No. one here hears me think It� perfect armour The good and the evil Am I on the brink? Am I on the brink?
I choose from myself what I want from me But the person I am may not be what you see Where�s the boundary Between thought and desire If you lie to yourself no one calls you a liar
The perfect armour is a silent brain Alive with thought, a runaway train Evil images, sorelid and torn Blended in with the good to be born
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Inn-o-cence was the middle ground Both of these forces circle around Disgust myself within my brick wall Any chink in the armour better be small
No leaked information if you please (Or) I�ll be treated like a freak disease (Am I) one of the many or one of the few Another thought for you to chewTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
