then one day you'll wake up As somebody else Someone they advented A split image Don't let them burn you Split image Don't let them turn you Split image
Pushed up, against the wall Watch the hands, on the clock fall Unruly chaos gathering, faithless boy Left wondering. Keep me out of the storm Father,
Shadows of fear Cloud my mind This seems so real, Darkness in time Lost my mind Can you see this, A jacked up nation Will never get no rest, Throw
As sure as the Fall will come I know that I'll overcome Circumstances makes this real, Uprooted I will heal, Stare at the gazing sun Life is fragile I
Why do you walk around Searching for so long Trying to please yourself How could you take so long, To carry on, your burdens are, there weighing me down
From this nightmare, A deep breath Helps me to sympathize, Surrounded, by my present darkness, A slight turn Catch a glimpse on the wall Every night,
Sitting Here, I'm Smiling I wonder what is happening to live your life So differently I'm swallowing You smother me, you're hidden Life, it bother me,
a scourge Guess you're just too blind to tell Live for their music, hope for their touch Live for their words and hope... Hope to be a mirror image Live
in life. Prepare the lifetime seekers, hidden in our past. Prepare the new sensation, that will leave us high. And now it strikes me... Now that the image
You say you're livin' up to someone's image of yourself Yeah, you're livin' up to someone's image of yourself You're livin' up to someone's image of
a little too loud And with her pride gone she tags along with any old crowd Yes I know I'm to blame and I feel so ashamed that I made her the image of
Today I've understood what feels a man torn from hope It is like taking the Earth all her flowers away Today I uncovered loneliness for myself It is like
Words cannot explain Darkest thoughts within the mind Centuries of hatred Now subside Commencing the birth Of new life Rise from the wreckage of the past
What does it mean, what does anything mean What is not dirty, what is not clean Sending out signals I see the smoke screens What should we not hear, what
What friends are for? What friends are for? What friends are for? What friends are for? What friends are for? What friends are for? Promises, promises
Now in summer, I could be happy or in distress Depending on the company On the veranda talk of the future or reminisce Behind the dialog, we're in a mess
Some unions are based on trust Some unions are a must Upside down on a turn key-you and me some like it on the other side Trussed up like a turkey Others
Little white lies-they hold little surprise Good things come in threes CHORUS And the little I need-I need! The places I haunt-the powers I taunt Where