I wanna be more real than all the others
I wanna be more real than all the rest
I wanna be so real, you can see the differenceAll of the places that we never went before
All of the times that we never had
They're dead in the past
Dead in the pastI wanna know how you see you
The world is not enough, I want your brutal truthI am still waiting for the visions
Possession has yet to take hold of me
We all want to burn on a pyre
So tell me what kind of witch are youThe skin on your neck looks a little thin
Don't go sticking it out for me
Like a beggar with a cold cup to fill
I am the dirt under your nailsI wanna know how you see you
The world is not enough, I want your brutal truth
I wanna know how you see you
The world is not enough, I want your brutal truthThe finest attributes of an amputee
Something to eat instead of what you need feed
One day closer than the last
No more or less dead than the last second pastI wanna know how you see you
The world is not enough, I want your brutal truth
I wanna know how you see you
The world is not enough, I want your brutal truth
Songwriters
JAMES ROBERT BOWMAN, THOMAS JAMES GABEL, INGE ROLF JOHANSSON, ADAM DAVID WILLARDPublished by
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