Sanoja: Pressure Drop. Elusive. Sounds Of Time.

Alone I stand with my falling tears,
Weak from the burden that has tested the faith of poor people for years,
Who dares to confront this mass confusion ?
Insanity reigns supreme an unholy giant,
Radicals cry for want of a solution.

Someone please tell me,
How can this be ?
Someone please tell me,
Why can't they see ?

Music the religion on offer to a beardless population,
Experience herself has taught me,
Look to the smiles on godly children's faces,
Segregation a disguised form of manipulation,
Mission to civilize all races.

Someone please tell me,
How can this be ?
Someone please tell me,
Why can't they, why can't they, why can't they ....

They question my integrity,
Challenge my faith,
So I stand upright as proof to their history.

Here come the judge,
" You must plead guilty or not guilty "
The sounds of time will answer.

The future is nigh,
I will be as common as the air they breathe,
Poor people culture will dominate world news,
On unclean paper they do read.

Someone please tell me,
How can this be ?
Someone please tell me,
Why can't they see ?

Here come the judge

Woah time don't get no better yeah X2

Here come the judge