| Lyrics: | The clever box 'O' tricks tells me I'm paranoid.
But as I uncover, the sourbess and decay
echoes my suspicions-
(There's) more than meets the eye.
Thought process is geared
to caution to te wind.
We shuffle along discriminately, the danger signs
ignored.
Man goads woman.
Child strikes infant.
Turned against each
other.
=2E..of those who think it righteous to liberate the wiser, or those
=
who punch hardest for the land of competition.
(There's) more than meets the
eye.
Head swims, heart cries because hopelessness resides, when man last
=
falls.
Who'll be left to fight?
(There's) more than meets the eye |
