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I was cross-eyed, stoned and painlessMy pulse was up my eyes were redMy visions, situations, feelingsHung on my lips and burned me upAnd 18 hours spent asleepCould not help me from thinking thatI had somehow managed to fool myselfI had missed the point while puttin' 'em back I can't help from thinkingAs my heart keeps beatingOf what I'd love to doTo strip the flesh that hides these bonesBare my soul without a soundBurn my brain, lay waste to fearThough I won't live that many yearsAnd I can't shed that many tearsClaustrophobic, paranoidLaughing at my routine caresThe charade of my brilliant lifeHad drawn a crowd these last few yearsAs I entertain my audience,The stage was torn by all I knewWho took me to the moon aboveWrapped my soul in linen cloth Letras de cancionesI can't help from thinkingAs my heart keeps beatingIf I was Jesus ChristAnd all the things I'd love to knowWhy I feel the way I do,And what it means to be aliveAnd make yourself a sacrificeTo never have to live a lie You take yourself so seriouslyYou're dressed in black but your soul is greenYou've got an understanding of the worldThat's only based on what you've seen And if you'd just admit to yourselfThat it's not such an awful placeThe grim facade that hides your mindMay yet reveal a smiling face I can't help from thinkingAs my heart keeps beatingOf what I'd love to doLocked away just me and youIf you can only see me throughAnd see what we could make it toForget the things that need no proofAnd see the world with eyes of fools From Letras Mania