Beautiful Soul

Perception is without a doubt the strangest of all our animal instincts

Dealt by deception and a shameless ever self promoting hand

Guided by a race that fails to find a foothold of clear understanding

Still you shine

You shine

Still you shine

You shine

But the world’s full of fools

Too scared to climb the peaks of the truth

And there’s nothing you can do about that

Who’s gonna save you? Beautiful soul?

Who’s gonna save you? Beautiful soul?

Raising up your golden calf

Human idols of your fixation

Would it hurt so much to accept

The truth of this fraudulent flirtation?

Still you shine

You shine

Still you shine

You shine

The devil’s daughter that brings flowers and always sings

But never takes the time with the ones you love

Who’s gonna save you? Beautiful soul?

Who’s gonna save you? Beautiful soul?

[The world’s full of fools

And there’s nothing you can do about that]

Rage to the sun

Scream to the wind

Rage to the sun

Scream to the wind

Rage to the sun

Cry to the sky

Rage to the sun

What’s done is done

Rage to the sun

All that you want, you stupid freak

Till you tear out your nails and your hair

And that thousand yard stare

Say what you want

No one cares what you think anymore

No one cares

Rage to the sun

Scream to the wind

What’s done is done

You’re just as screwed up as the rest of us