
yeah.. cool game..

(Your tradition!)
Im getting so sick of creating
(Your tradition!)
this music to please you
(Your tradition!)
The way it used to be
(Your tradition!)
is the very thing that blinds you.
Thats why you cant see my God move!
cause this is not then, and Im not like you.
(Damnation!)
Your excuse for good advice.
(Damnation!)
Their mouths are wide, but you feed them lies
(Reputation!)
Youre full of indecency.
(Reputation!)
You are exactly the portrait they painted you to be.
Stereo Child
Thats why you cant see, My God move!
cause this is not then, and Im not like you.
You refuse to speak, and they'll listen.
But I wont be predicted.
I wont be your stereo.
I wont be predicted, never.
This revelation is the death of ignorance
Tangled in a state of suffocation
Slave to self righteousness
Damnation is on your lips
From sorrow to serenity, the truth is absolution,
From sorrow to serenity, its on your head
This is my last serenade
I feel you as you fall away
This is my last serenade
From yourself you can't run away
It's your choice, Point the finger
But it's on your head
Your destination is a choice within yourself
Will you rise or become a slave
To self righteousness
Open up your heart and gaze within
Let's fake an answer for the curious
Let's fake it all for the fame
They'll think delivering was easy
Living the fairy tales and the lies (lies)
Message from Opticon
Blast from the fashion bomb
So helpless
Guess what? You're out of time [ x 2 ]
New aliens spawn, we reinvent the dawn
And no-one style compares
Those neon eyes make Mom and Dad think that we've lost our minds
They're just terrified of all new things
Message from Opticon
Blast from the fashion bomb
So helpless
Guess what? You're out of time [ x 2 ]
Opticon is here to lead us...
Blast from the fashion bomb
Message from Opticon
Blast from the fashion bomb
So helpless
Guess what? You're out of time [ x 4 ]
So quick to change us
(Opticon is here to lead us)
And imitate us
Humiliate us
So quick to change us
Don't try to reach me, I'm already dead
The pain when it grips me, for things that I've done
Well I try to make you proud, but for crying out loud
Just give me a chance to hide away
Exhaustion takes over, will this someday be over?
Fearful tears are running down
The pain you've laid don't speak a sound
Don't take my heart away from me
And they think I fell down
Daddy, don't you love me?
Then why do you hit me?
And Momma don't you love me
Then why do you hurt me?
Well I try to make you proud, but for crying out loud
Just give me a chance to hide away
Exhaustion takes over, will this someday be over?
A teardrop falls from up in the heavens
Drowning the sorrow of angels on high
For the least of the helpless, the hopeless, the loveless
My Jesus, His children, He holds in His eyes