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but i don't qualify i never helped to write the rulesand if you see me acting strange please don't hurt me with your scorni will not comply it's been the same since i was bornthe wisdom of the mystics is the devil's own disguisehis fingers flick the tarot deck keep weak ones mesmerizedwhat twisted minds would hide behind the cult of living deathman and nature so defiled white dove with hawkish headwhat a true man feels defines the world's diseaseafter centuries his blindness can't be healedthe disappearing sands of time are leaving us no tracewhat deity would best describe the mighty human racehas vanity dressed up our god in likenesses of man?when selfishness and greed and lust are all we understandwhat a true man feels defines the world's diseaseafter centuries his blindness can't be healedi can't philosophize with you when you don't see the things i doyou don't think beyond the fringe of this tiny world you're insee me dancing on clouds hear me thinking out loudtrue believers, jesus freakers, heaven in your handself relying, sanctifying, help me understandeye of the needle, free the people in the desert landmeek inherit, they won't share it, rulers of the sand
Threshold Surface To Air