Spinning

Inner sense lost in a stream

Another day faking control

Alone, still living an introspective lie

Cut adrift, in constant motion

Roaming never ending oceans

Bleeding poets cry, hands to the sky

Their quest was one of futility

I know man's lost in cosmic settings of coincidence

Just spinning, twisting, circling on...

Manipulate my mind, I don't mind

the kind of lie to subdivide, petrify, dehumanize

Manipulate your mind, would you mind

the kind of lie to subdivide, petrify, dehumanize

I will deny, I still deny, I will deny all

These truths were all yours

I refused them as mine

Manipulate my mind, I don't mind

the kind of lie to subdivide, petrify, dehumanize

Man manipulates man's mind

Should they mind the kind of lie

to subdivide, petrify, dehumanize

Spinning, twisting, circling on