I know you're out there Cuz I can feel ya Yeah I can feel ya trying to pull me down I know your kind You kinda like it When people tell ya not to come around Here's looking at ya Been nice to know ya I see the lines written on your face I wish you well But I gotta tell ya Ain't nothing human ‘bout the human race
You can run But you can't look behind you You can hide But the truth's gonna find you
Some people fight it like some disease They carry secrets to an early grave They try to fake it While on their knees Never knowing what they really crave They got no values They got no soul No sense of purpose Nothing to believe Call me your friend Then steal me blind To me you're nothing but a common thief
You can run But you can't look behind You you can hide But the truth's gonna find you Holding us within this maze
Compositores: Alan Parsons (Alan Parsons Project) (SESAC), David Robert Pack (Dave Pack) (SESAC)ECAD verificado obra #14088634 em 11/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM