Perception is without a doubt the strangest of all our animal instincts Dealt by deception and a shameless ever self promoting hand Guided by a race that fails to find a foothold of clear understanding
Still you shine You shine Still you shine You shine
But the world’s full of fools Too scared to climb the peaks of the truth And there’s nothing you can do about that
Who’s gonna save you? Beautiful soul? Who’s gonna save you? Beautiful soul?
Raising up your golden calf Human idols of your fixation Would it hurt so much to accept The truth of this fraudulent flirtation?
Still you shine You shine Still you shine You shine
The devil’s daughter that brings flowers and always sings But never takes the time with the ones you love
Who’s gonna save you? Beautiful soul? Who’s gonna save you? Beautiful soul?
The world's full of fools And there's nothing you can do about that
Rage to the sun Scream to the wind Rage to the sun Scream to the wind Rage to the sun Cry to the sky Rage to the sun What’s done is done Rage to the sun All that you want, you stupid freak Till you tear out your nails and your hair And that thousand yard stare Say what you want No one cares what you think anymore No one cares Rage to the sun Scream to the wind What’s done is done You’re just as screwed up as the rest of us