Wilful Dream - Labels Lyrics
Drive the fools,Make them tools,Into the rules.Take the chain,Fix the pain,Keeping you faint.An awful whirl in my mindKeeps me from flying,The curse of mankind:Sleepin' instead of cryin'Caught in the vain raceOf desperate search,Shine your faceOr ensue their church.You hold those labels in your hand,I always have more blood to sell,My mind is elsewhere but here we stand,This belfry got a too bigger bell.Untie your lust, satisfy your whim.The cursed raft that you will reachWhen you're no longer able to swimWill please your life but it ain't the beach.