Follow your mind, break the temptation. Don’t step on little house of cards. My life has gone away, Since I’ve tried that kind of heaven.
I don’t think I’ll ever forgive a stranger Who keeps my soul in a desert.
Now I know that taste of perfection. Now I have inspiration. I can feel my affection. Every bullet has its billet.
Every bullet has its billet. That’s what they told me, And I’ve been lost in thoughts for a long time, And a wall of conviction was too high. That’s too high for me, yeah.
I’m sick and tired of your suggestions To bring me back to life. This world of pleasure is good for me.