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

What a true man
What a true man feels

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

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