What is your angle
Well I hear your [view?]
I know that you whisper with
The minds that think like you
A mystery lived and breathed
From the day that I could see
Even I've no concept
Of the rage inside of me
Sweet as the comfort of my
Everlasting peace
Know about religion
Just me and my beliefs
I was my [light?]
And now I am my [word/world?]
And I've no desire to share my life
With little tin buddhas
Ask me your questions
Take me as you will
No thought can be sacred now
So sacrifice your kill
I see more fear in you
Than I breed within myself
Do you possess existence
And call it something else?
Sweet as the comfort of my
Realizing [well?]
A misguided trust
Of those who are not
Of this world
I was my [light?]
And now I am my [world?]
And I've no desire to share my life
With little tin buddhas
And I've no desire to share my life
With little tin buddhas