كلمات God

I can only feel and think in the language of Cliches otheres have concocted for you Prefabricated pre-conception Worn like the walls around you All around you How good to walk-with the caprice of God How good to talk-with the caprice of God Build your ivory tower So you can scratch the sky How could I forget that, you're not finished yet and that All that you have done, still adding up the sum This totem has some use, the total of abuse Real life is never used as truth Angry artillery on your tongue Bows and arrows highly strung Same shadow I can see right through Whenever I picture you How good to walk-with the caprice of God How good to talk-with the caprice of God An ordinary human-an ordinary mortal, and ordinary model Build your ivory tower-so you can touch the sky Don't hide inside the sentiment The real test is never finished yet Face up, collect the interest Of all the idiots you should detest How good to walk-with the caprice of God How good to talk-with the caprice of God An ordinary human-an ordinary mortal- An ordinary model