Intoxicated world. boys and girls Deal me up another hit of self mutilation And let me blow my brains. go insane Throw it in my face and watch me chase
So much to say so little time for me to explain the way I feel You only see things the way you want to see them It makes sense to you all these things
Believe Recieve Obtain Withstand Never die
see you people babylon and on and on Graven images, golden idols and false icons I'm seeking wisdom like Solomon But my antenae keeps on picking up
Can you feel it 4x P.O.D. (chant 4x) What's the problem son, you said you wanted some But when I started rockin P.O.D. got the job done My Lord
! Is to begin again Yet to Begin! Is to live again I tried living my life through your eyes Smother me with your ways, to death, no breath. Your choking
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Imagine a place on here soaked in vision The heart of a child who looks, sees, and listens Paints a picture using every color And what she sees she sees
Add it, then subtract it, And then you have it, Problematic, With the fanatic, (C?)attic, And everyone with you figures you couldn't grab it, Tragic, Steppin' on
way You're so condescending. If we don't do what you say You're so unforgiving So tell me once again How easy it would be if we'd listen to you and
Brothers and Sisters We're gonna draw the line to forget about the problems abroad But, in the end, we all have problems of our own Gangs, Crack, Racism
It feels like the end of the world What happen to peace here on earth? It never gets better but worse It feels like the end of the world to me False
to go, So far away from home. Inside I always knew, I'd Find My Way to you. I've still got a ways to go, So far away from home. Inside I always knew, I'd
on for the funky drummer: Keep the rythems rollin' In your face, I got the bass, without a trace He's going, he's gone and I'm on the microphone And
Him your pass so that He can start to mold ya Full fledged, dedicated, hardcore, christian soldier Spiritual war, it's a spiritual bout and we're the first ones in P.O.D
Today I heard what them people say Dem want to live free greedily, with everyone to pay. You play under the sun while others fight and dies away but I
I never knew that a kid like me Could take his mic around the world and flash the big S.D. And rock the masses, from Madrid to Calabasas Tijuana, Mexico
