Из альбома: Play God
I hide what I feel inside.
It's better locked away.
Many loud opinions, no [?]
Salt in wounds. Grovel with pain
As we plant it deeper into our headstrong ways
Seen for color, just for race.
It's a vicious cycle man must face
Oh, oh to be free again,
But no, we'd rather play God with violent death. Play God in our twisted heads. Play God.
No plan at birth, for what its worth.
Truth, we're not to see.
A history that's handed down or hatred you can see
Games we play everyday they vary with the cruel. Shape the thought, mold the crowd, manipulate the tool
Oh, oh to be free again,
But no, we'd rather play God with violent death. Play God in our twisted heads
Play God, have a lot to be said. Play God instead
When you know you'll find a vicious fight we'll run the other way
But for everyone that sees the light there's ten to take his place. We'll play God