Song Cult Of Personality - Living Colour. Look in my eyes, what do you see?. The cult of personality. I know your anger, I know your dreams. I've been everything you want to be. I'm the cult of
FOOL'S CASTLE. (Tommy Collins). '66 Red River Songs, BMI It's a big house on a hilltop fine carpets on the floor. Expensive polished marble are the steps up to the door. Vines are climbin' up to
Stereotype. Mono type. Blood type. Are you my type?. Minimalism. Abstract expressionism. Post modernism. Is it? We are the children of concrete and steel. This is the place where the truth is
People, if they choose you, then they want you to decide. But you'd rather relax, kick back, enjoy the ride. There's a category if you're straight or gay. You're a wild card gambler and you like it
Well like a descendant, I drifted far, far and wide. Isolation, separation, nowhere to hide. Maybe there's somewhere I can go. Where there's sunshine and the wind won't blow Nothingness, all I have
When I speak out loud you say I'm crazy. When I'm feeling proud you say I'm lazy. I look around and see the true reality You like our hair, you love our music. Our culture's large so you abuse it.
In a new place, in a strange land. An undone new world, not a part of the plan. Hatred and fear is the language I know. Out of my home, out of control Everything that I want, isn't it everything th