Curse the man, curse the prophet, worse the man without any eyes Play the madman, play the poet, some say he hides in a perfect disguise Less the man that heeds no warning, and lets the sand run through his hands His fingers stiff with anticipation, as he plots his next feeble plan
Beyond all reason, he holds the key to life A change of season, all answers in due time No rhyme or reason, a product of mankind But he's not the only one, he's just the lonely one
Since ancient times we've bowed to leaders, leaders only by their command Banned together a bond of freedom, from their rule and master plan Take the greed, take the power, hold the ring within your hand Seize the crown and wield the dagger, it's the path of every man
Slipping through the cracks of the system we have made, staring at life as we fall Remembering places and pictures in time, surprised that we have made it at all Looking for heroes and praying to gods, uttering secrets we keep Hope for redemption and someone to blame, the price that we pay is too steepTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
