Various Artists - Surface To Air - Текст песни

 i am me i am real free to take part, in the game
 but i don't qualify i never helped to write the rules
 and if you see me acting strange please don't hurt me with your scorn
 i will not comply it's been the same since i was born

 the wisdom of the mystics is the devil's own disguise
 his fingers flick the tarot deck keep weak ones mesmerized
 what twisted minds would hide behind the cult of living death
 man and nature so defiled white dove with hawkish head

 what a true man feels defines the world's disease
 after centuries his blindness can't be healed

 the disappearing sands of time are leaving us no trace
 what deity would best describe the mighty human race
 has vanity dressed up our god in likenesses of man?
 when selfishness and greed and lust are all we understand

 what a true man feels defines the world's disease
 after centuries his blindness can't be healed

 i can't philosophize with you when you don't see the things i do
 you don't think beyond the fringe of this tiny world you're in
 see me dancing on clouds hear me thinking out loud
 true believers, jesus freakers, heaven in your hand
 self relying, sanctifying, help me understand
 eye of the needle, free the people in the desert land
 meek inherit, they won't share it, rulers of the sand