I ain't looking to put you down I have no reason to try it's just the strange way that the world is turning 'round as if I need a reason why five years
s going down inside my brain I don't believe you'd understand pay no mind to the ghetto man I know the world is cold well that ain't nothin' strange
everyone let's start a war!" this idea is nothing new it really just is something to amuse I hope that you don't mind to die simply just to passify
I don't want to sing 'bout the revolution don't want to sing about the acid rain that falls down on me I would never sing about a girl who threw me away
of mind it's all a state of mind it's all a state of mind it's just a state of mind it's just a state of mind it's just a state of mind it's just a state
the ghost of my own song have named themselves no one strings of their shadows have led through the world the hands of the dream wind that blows from
remember when I came just to sing a song to you and you came up for a touch of my hand you painted on the shirt you wore words I wrote some time before
t matter if they bled sometime you'll find the heaven that you all left behind was all the time just a picture in your mind the thing that's sad, I mean