Surface To Air-Threshold

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 mesmerized 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 After centuries his blindness can't be healed The 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 After centuries his blindness can't be healed I can't philosophize 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