A Million Faces At My

Bullets Can Harm You And Death Can Disarm You, But No, You Will Not Be Deceived. Stripped Of All Virtue As You Crawl Through The Dirt, You Can Give But You Cannot Receive.

It's Not Important What Other People Call You. If You Yourself Know You're A Fake, That's Tougher To Live With.

He Swift Don't Win The Race. It Goes To The Worthy, Who Can Divide The Word Of Truth.

Gotta Head Full Of Ideas That Are Driving Me Insane.

Princess On The Steeple And All The Pretty People, They're Drinking, Thinking That They Got It Made. Exchanging All Kinds Of Precious Gifts And Things, But You'd Better Lift Your Diamond Ring, You'd Better Pawn It, Babe.