The pressure of the fingers From the ideals They point out my direction I'm nothing but a slave to a fool Who sets out the rules
We will make the rules Not you
Today you left us As we watched you fly away Can't say I really knew you But I would have liked to see you stay
The reason why I smiled When I said my last good bye I knew Bright insight I will make my life worthwhile
Trust I trust the insight I will make my life worthwhile
Controlled by a conscience That tells me what to do And what not to I'm nothing but a slave to a fool Who is setting the rules
Please help me understand Please help me understand this Understand Why should you waste your life On something You don't want to doTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
