I Don't Wanna Be Like You
Heaven knows I tried to be like you
To be a part of you tribe
I'd rather leave it all behind but that's alright
I'm not your average type
No Mr. Clean - hey, I wanna be me

Can't you see I'm the exception to the rule
I know what I want and I know I'm gonna get it
That is why I'm the exception to the rule
Don't push me too far the way I am just because

I don't wanna be like you
The walls can be shaking
The earth could be quaking
But I still don't wanna be like you

I'm hog-tied and dirty
I'm tough and mean
Keep your Wall Street slickers
And the American dream

You've done me over and over
You've tried to tie me down
Why don't you step out of the shadows
Dare to roll the dice
Let it roll and don't you push me around

The ordinary way of life ain't for me
I do what I want and I wanna be free
Never know, where I go or what I'm gonna do
Why can't you see the only thing I know is that

I don't wanna be like you
If the oceans turn to desert
Hell can turn to ice
But I still don't wanna be like you

Protectors Of Terror
They're in the business of illusion
An empire built on pain
The Almighty's inquisition
They're a fire burning out of control

A thousand years of praying
Of faith, morality
A thousand years of slaying
Of terror in the name of the cross

Will you pray - will you cry
Thou shalt not bear the false witness
When brothers in faith turn to brothers in arms
Thou shalt not make unto thee any graven images
How many more have to die
They are protectors of terror

You pay for your salvation
You have to bend your knees in pain
No surrender to temptation
You're a slave to the eye of the Lord

Will you pray - will you cry
Thou shalt not take the name
Of the Lord thy God in vain
When brothers in faith turn to brothers in arms
Thou shalt not covet thy neighbour's oxen
How many more have to die
They are protectors of terror

Fear not those who dare to tread
Upon the ashes of the chosen ones
They will drink the spillage of the blood
Behind Closed Doors the darkest one
Prepares his Altar of Death

Will you pray - will you cry
When brothers in faith turn to brothers in arms
How many more have to die
Laws carved in stone are rewritten in blood
They are protectors of terror

Just By My Own
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