It's a familiar scene you're standing silent i'm starting to shout i'm sick of this routine just say what you mean why don't you ever let it out? but
Some secrets you never can tell cuz the truth will reveal your lies i'd gotten so sick of myself that i had to close my eyes then i took a fresh look
I've been living in a picture frame i've been dreaming, screaming out your name i've been scraping, trying to make up the rent busy searching for some
Relax / forget the reasons why you're afraid let it go / it's the only way to rest your head in this bed you made now look what i've done to you i am
will make it worse So, I stopped interfering I'm a tragic hero In this game called life My chances go to zero I always will survive I'm a tragic hero
, bliss in all sorrows found Rhythms and random moves and waves of adorations Patterns I'm finding As pain and joy and sorrow mingle Patterns we're finding
We idolize and exonerate the statues of barbarians and henchmen and why and how we must pattern ourselves to be such men Who is the hero? Who is the scapegoat
fodder, don't mean to bother nobody But Cupid's automatic, musta fired multiple shots at her Because she fall in love too often, that's what the matter At least I'm talkin' about it, keep my pattern
tracks, hors, comas, and cardiacs Broads and cats screaming "Oh my God he's back" Just imagine, I hit the lab and get it crackin' A thousand styles in one verse, rhythms will switch patterns
From the Arizona desert to the Salisbury Plain Lights on the horizon patterns on the grain Anxious eyes turned upward clutching souvenirs Carrying our
(don henley/stan lynch) From the arizona desert To the salisbury plain Lights on the horizon Patterns on the grain Anxious eyes turned upward Clutching
cosmic master Gwar constantly schemes For a way to escape Earth, realize their twisted dreams Old men fly into space, Gwar cannot This re-occuring pattern
As the oppressors loan vows To benefit the wealthy and cast down the frail Hero slaughtered in vain Assassinations of demigods in secrecy A never ending pattern
have no time to make bail Saw someone to be macho like fritches that got the lyro So they had it at bein' a heroes, where did their bodies go, only
