T - Surface to Air | Текст песни

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Surface to Air

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 mesmerised.
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 philosophise 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,
Oh yeah… Oh yeah… Oh yeah… Oh yeah…
Oh yeah… Oh yeah… Oh yeah… Oh yeah…
Oh yeah…