The things I say and the things that I do Of what concern are they to you You keep on telling me I'm headed for a fall But here I am standing tall In your delusion, your superstitious fear You follow rules made to control And all your tales and miracles and myths don't do a bit of good for you
You can't see through your fantasy
Why can't you wake up to this harsh reality? You gotta take what you can 'Cause nothing's easy and nothing's for free And when you're gone, you're done I keep on telling you, so get it through your head You can't change my mind around It's fact of life, and no philosophy is ever gonna break me free
You just won't drop, it so this is the end I can not take this anymore I'm doing fine, and I'm taking what's mine So I bid you farewell 'Cause in your delusion, your superstitious fear You follow rules made to control And all those stories, your miracles and myths They don't do a bit of good at allTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
