whats my life leading to if i can't sing?
getting better everyday but bells don't ring
inside your mind, everytime i find
the key to look behind the bind
This world is looking for to change...
if we can rearrange the hopeless rage
sucking me dry and trying to teach me hate
stealing my words trying to seal my fate
i'm just a vagabond useless
without your control
to know its fruit best
left on the vine inside my heart
oh you love it when i'm torn apart:
you see the christ you killl with cold
you see the love which has no hold
or object of possession and it rips
my soul away in drips
so selfless i die for you to live
in greed and hate and joyous sin
with riches on this earth to keep
until the serpent eats your meat
well have and hold your horrible gold
i'm growing young though my bodies old.
