Mentobe





it's ironic considerate rarity patron of love higher knowledge engulfs me 

'cause the blast of fate a lesson to my eyes concerned 

and overwhelmed theirs were of fear and i am feelin so empty inside 

and yet it bruns so akward this time it's something with my pride lies 

i cannot hide my true side and maybe in distress i can still come out laughing 

that's the way i am this little boy proud of helping those in need 

but he's not me but just maybe he could be 

i can see it now because i am a hero to his eyes 

temporarily blind this immature kid a spirit as well an angel hiding by helping 

and wanting to understand me tears a waterfall of acide 

cries from his eyes i need to recognize it's meant to be 

am i hard to recognize what do i need to realize 

why can't i see with my own fucking eyes what do i need to see