Release the hand on all man my holy father.
So the world shall know.
That you are here to strike the hour.
Did you call?
I thought I heard you calling.
In rhythm with my pulse, a frantic pulse.
A pulse of fear, a pulse that lives inside each.
Oh yes indeed, these shallow walls.
Can never hide you, from the deepest part of your soul.
So now, I`m some sort of criminal,
The one created in your mind.
So now I`m labeled a pessimist
But if the truth hurts, then you`re blind.
Bring me the finest wine we have
And let`s give a toast to all mankind.
Some may fall, then others rise.
Each with an answer.
Bureaucracy at its best, the final answer
Yeah...now.
Beset with words, incredulous stares.
A man of honor I defend.
Some may fall, then others rise.
Each with an answer.
Bureaucracy at its best, the final answer
So now, I`m some sort of criminal,
The one created in your mind.
So now I`m labeled a pessimist
But if the truth hurts, then you`re blind.
Bring me the finest wine we have
And let`s give a toast to all mankind.
[Instrumental]
[Guitar Solo]
[Keyboard Solo]
You have the answers,
I have the questions.
Please tell me all I need to know.
I only want the truth.
You are the one who denies and the one who will take my share.
You inflict crippling thoughts,
To be shrew the life that I have.
So now I`m labeled a pessimist
But if the truth hurts, then you`re blind.
Bring me the finest wine we have
And let`s give a toast to all mankind.
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