Testo di Spinning

Inner sense lost in a stream Another day faking control Alone, still living an introspective lie Cut adrift, in constant motion Roaming never ending oceans Bleeding poets cry, hands to the sky Their quest was one of futility I know man's lost in cosmic settings of coincidence Just spinning, twisting, circling on... Manipulate my mind, I don't mind the kind of lie to subdivide, petrify, dehumanize Manipulate your mind, would you mind the kind of lie to subdivide, petrify, dehumanize I will deny, I still deny, I will deny all These truths were all yours I refused them as mine Manipulate my mind, I don't mind the kind of lie to subdivide, petrify, dehumanize Man manipulates man's mind Should they mind the kind of lie to subdivide, petrify, dehumanize Spinning, twisting, circling on