Surface to Air - Intellectual

[Part 1: Conception]

I am me, I am real

Free to take part in the game

But I don't qualify

I never helped to write the rules

And if you see me acting strange

Please don't hurt me with your scorn

I will not comply

It's been the same since I was born

The wisdom of the mystics is the devil's own disguise

His fingers flick the tarot deck

Keep weak ones mesmerised

What twisted minds would hide

Behind the cult of living death?

Man and nature so defiled, white dove with hawkish head

What a true man feels defines the world's disease

And after centuries his blindness can't be healed

What a true man feels defines the world's disease

And after centuries his blindness can't be healed

Disappearing sands of time are leaving us no trace

What deity would best describe the mighty human race?

Has vanity dressed up our god in likenesses of man?

When selfishness and greed and lust are all we understand

What a true man feels defines the world's disease

And after centuries his blindness can't be healed

What a true man feels defines the world's disease

And after centuries his blindness can't be healed

What a true man

What a true man feels

I can't philosophise with you

When you don't see the things I do

You don't think beyond the fringe

Of this tiny world you're in

See me dancing on clouds, hear me thinking out loud

True believers, Jesus freakers, heaven in your hand

Self-relying, sanctifying, help me understand

Eye of the needle, free the people in the desert land

Meek inherit, they won't share it, rulers of the sand

Oh yeah

Oh yeah...