Songtext von (I Wanna Live In a Dream In My) Record Machine

Help me define the light that's shining on me To get back what they've taken from me And build a little fire where it's cold Show me the path that leads to all the glory The words that tell the sacred story And build a little fire where it's cold I wanna live in a dream in my record machine I wanna piece of the world and everyone inside my mouth And all the money I waste is in a manner of taste I wanna piece of the world and you can't make me spit it out Take me back from the darkness where they sent me Give hope to places where it can't be And build a little fire where it's cold I wanna live in a dream in my record machine I wanna piece of the world and everyone inside my mouth And all the money I waste is in a manner of taste I wanna piece of the world and you can't make me spit it out You can't give me a reason I don't need one to shine You can't give me a feeling If it's already mine 'Cause I'm one in a million And if the Sun don't rise upon my soul Then I'll blow