An Old Book Misread - Set Your Goals

False hope handed down, spun all around

With ignorance from past generations

How many times and with how many rhymes?

How many twisted endings for you, for you to realize?

It’s not for you to say what every heart should pay

Another body and soul that isn’t your own

Get off my back, this was never salvation for me

So keep it away

I don’t feel a thing can’t make believe I do

It’s something I don’t need, it’s something that you do

And I respect you.

Turning the page

Turning the page in an old book misread

Twenty something rows back now offer up your souls at

The drop of a single white robe

All things foretold, but do you really know what

Mans worst creation has got you in its hold

I refuse to pay (I refuse)

I refuse to stand for organized crime

Organized crime comes in more forms than one

And your god is no exception

I don’t feel a thing can’t make believe I do

It’s something I don’t need, it’s something that you do

And I respect you.

Turning the page

Turning the page in an old book misread

If I’m not being clear

This right here is about

It’s about my disgust

With the way I was almost brought up

I’m taking it back

My piece of mind

We’ll leave it at that

In '83 a lamb was led

For many years until its head

Began to swell, it did explode

With reasons to think on, to think on its own

I don’t feel a thing can’t make believe I do

It’s something I don’t need, something that you do

I respect you

Turning the page in an old book misread

I don’t feel a thing can’t make believe I do

It’s something I don’t need, it’s something that you do

And I respect you.

Turning the page

Turning the page in an old book misread

An old book misread