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  1. Prisoner

From the album Eye In The Lens

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Lyrics

You think your words will set you free, but a prisoner you will be. The lies, the truth, all mixed a mush. You know not which is what.

A saint not I, but rested by, my conscience sets me free. While you and yours have rolled the dice of karma. You will see.

Now look me square into the eye. You’ll swear another lie. Drowning in your own decay. You’ve nothing more to say.

A saint not I, but rested by, my conscience sets me free. While you and yours have rolled the dice of karma. You will see.

A heretics bait, conspirators wait. Frothed fangs hunger for the take. Guilty group of liars lot, All destined the same fate.

A saint not I, but rested by, my conscience sets me free. While you and yours have rolled the dice of karma. You will see.