The pure of heart, the only gift Enlightened even when alone No messenger to really words of growing confidence What I have seen in all my days With solitude comes tragedy A prophecy less painful then feeding the obsessed
Worship men forgotten gods are tortured and now dead Now you must create your path instead
Open up your eyes If you take a look inside The answer’s waiting
Stand in line or turn you back The option never goes away It forces you to question all the things you call beliefs What I realized not long ago With every worshipped idol There’s someone collecting prophets from millions they’ve deceived
All your life there will be those who tell you how to feel Ignore the words and listen to what’s realTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
