| Many times this world has been my playground | |
| An endless field of images, not too profound | |
| I let you read between the lines, if you think you can | |
| Part of someone's grand design of | |
| Sainthood, childhood....Slipping through our fingers.... | |
| There it is in black and white for you to shout out loud | |
| But all those empty promises just sow more seeds of doubt | |
| Let my vision smother you in heartache | |
| It freezes like the venom from a rattlesnake | |
| It really doesn't matter now, the end will be the same | |
| It really doesn't matter how the world will rise again | |
| There's nothing you can do to stop the river flowing blood | |
| The betting man has played his hand | |
| He's waiting.....waiting | |
| Look for me in everything material | |
| live and breathe philosophy and spiritual escape | |
| You'll find me in the films and in the theatres | |
| Through the minds of novelists and orators | |
| It really doesn't matter now, the end will be the same | |
| It really doesn't matter how the world will rise again | |
| There's nothing you can do to stop the river flowing blood | |
| The betting man has played his hand | |
| He's waiting for the flood | |
| You walked with me before, you know | |
| We crossed this land before, you know | |
| You talked with me before, you know | |
| You held my hand before, you know | |
| It really doesn't matter now, the end will be the same | |
| It really doesn't matter how the world will rise again | |
| There's nothing you can do to stop the river flowing blood | |
| The betting man has played and we're just | |
| Waiting for the flood | |
| You followed me too far and it's too late to turn around | |
| You followed me too far to stop the world from being drowned | |
| There's nothing you can do to stop the river flowing blood | |
| The betting man has played and we're just | |
| Waiting for the flood |
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