Inclination of direction, walk the turned and twisted rift
With the children of creation futuristic dreams we sift
Clutching violently we whisper with a liquefying cry
Any deadly final answers that are surely doomed to die

Wont you help me mr. jesus, wont you tell me if you can?
When you see this world we live in, do you still believe in man?
If my songs become my freedom, and my freedom turns to gold
Then Ill ask the final question, if the answer could be sold

Well, thats my story and Im sticking to it
cause Ive got no reason to lie, yeah
Forget your problems that dont even exist
And Ill show you a way to get high, oh yeah
Oh yeah!

So come along, you know you matter to me
Remember freedom is not hard to find, yeah
Time to stop all your messing around
Dont you think that I know my own mind, oh yeah
Oh yeah!

Why cant you believe, its not here to perceive
Do you always have to be told, yeah
For you have been taught that if your mind has been bought
Lifes entire answer was sold, oh yeah
Oh yeah!

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