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Secret Dance
03:08
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Standing at a crossroad,
As an empire you rise n fall;
Deep in debt, up in smoke,
Me the joker me the joke;
Get a kick out of nights like this
A dance in heaven, a song of bliss... The dreamer may not make it,
But will keep the dream alive!
(Chorus) So won’t you join my secret dance, You don’t have to but you may laugh,
You can do it on any given floor,
Don’t forget my share of gold,
And take a chance on a secret dance, If to be yourself while it lasts!
I know it can get to you,
Words that kill or madness of moon;
Yet fear nothing at heart,
Some people have no clue who they are, Why... all that self-confidence but a
programmed lie!
(Chorus) So won’t you join my secret dance, It goes something like this...
And just because you can’t see it,
doesn’t mean it’s not there;
Yes just because you can’t see it, doesn’t mean that it’s there!
You can do it on any given floor, As if on a planet on your own, Take a chance on a sacred dance,
If to be someone else while it lasts!
Little Big Feet, a cat in heat, Tooth-chipped wanna be groupie; Suddenly they all want a piece of me; So if you be so kind, as to feel my vibe, And let me show you my secret dance, Come now, be a man!
(Chorus) Let me show my secret dance, Banned in Wahabi Land;
I, Sin Sing, sang,
Under the name One Man Band,
And just because you say I can’t do that, Doesn’t mean I wanna do it so bad... now
does it?!
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If I were to tell you that you ought to believe every word I say, that if you didn’t, you might become a resident in the biggest torture center in the universe, designed by me, so that the eternal damnation of the likes of you may be executed... if I were to tell you, a grown person, such words, you would probably think I ought to be placed in a psychiatric ward. But if I were to tell you the same thing when you were 5 years old, and tell you that those weren’t my words but the words of almighty god, creator of the universe; then you might get real scared, for life. Scared to see for yourself outside the box of subconscious thought that you live and die in, as fish deep in the ocean. The poorly defined words you worship become empty shells of rusty old lies which often mean the exact opposite of what they claim to be; and it all takes place behind your
eyes. Heaven is a place in your mind, your mind is a place in your body.
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You Become the Enemy
06:54
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YOU BECOME THE ENEMY
I saw you standing by the backstage door,
Like a freak out accident waiting to happen;
Down Coney Island with The New York Dolls,
In the year 07,
It was the last I saw you close to god,
The last I saw of you in heaven!
Well you’ve asked for it so then be it,
A recipe for disaster;
As you deny the real,
And worship an imposter ...
You become the enemy,
You become the enemy, in time!
You become the enemy, the unseen within.
... And so we meet again, same place, at a different stage of the game; Now with everyday you come out of your shell,
Can’t bear the embarrassment you call yourself;
As you wake up in a daze, pale and out of breath,
Surrounded by faces and voices,
Asking you if you’re dead!
So you gather what’s left of your strength,
To stand up and look for any signs of sanity,
Away from the maddening machines sound;
So as to keep you from falling, off the edge,
Of this slippery side of town;
Into the abyss, where you...
You become the enemy,
And you thought this can’t happen here!
You become the enemy,
Freedom isn’t free!
You become the enemy,
Dare you dance with me?
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