mine but that treasure's mine I was bent over my chest an invisible line sinking But then the light of the lamp That I held in my blistered hands You
take a final walk The tide of public opinion had started to abate The neighbours, bless them, had turned out to be all talk I could see their frightened faces
greedy hands Lured with hope for future pressed in contracts leaving them no chance but to leave their land They're nameless young men bleeding their hands
from Duckline Mossy Oak We took pictures in the backyard before we went to the dance And the only thing you can see is our faces and our hands Camouflage
drums, I know it's urgent I hear survival in his hands Switch to record I get the picture But I will never understand Mad world, invisible army Blow
life, But "It" always found me and now I'm facing the mirror again somehow. "Come and join us on the other side." Burning eyes are watching me Invisible hands
thugs on the block For my one stop niggaz that be huggin' the spot Sittin' on crates, gettin' loaded, get that cake Dodgin' drinks, spit and hafta cover they face
Shaolin The special technique of shadowboxing' Poisonous, poisonous (Word, word, word) I should slap all y'all niggaz for comin' In my fuckin' face with
Am I Dreamin Or Is This Real I Could Breath A Spring The Love You Bring Why You Rescued Me B' Z I Was Sad And Lonely, I' D Lost My Way Invisible But
shadowboxing Poisonous, poisonous (word word word) I should slap all y'all niggaz for coming in my fuckin face with that shit Alright cool yeah, go
Torment's In Your Eyes Your Twisted Flesh Starts To Rot Though You Are Still Alive Floating High In The Air Held By Demon's Hand Invisible Force From
Signs, signs are lost Signs disappeared Turn invisible Got no sign Somebody got busted Got a face of stone and a Ghostwritten biography Dogs started
Commanding to destroy yourself You feel this fuckin' terrible pain But you can't break invisible cell Hey! You fuckin' fool! Look at your stupid face
my face so rudely And my essays lying scattered on the floor Fulfill their needs just by being there And my hands shake, my head hurts My voice sticks inside my throat I'm invisible
the figure of your disgrace A criss cross pattern upon your face A woman's just too tired to think About the dirty old dishes in the kitchen sink I wish I was invisible
a man who was born with his heart on the outside Every mans worst fear he also had heavy hands He couldn't touch his lovers face He couldn't hold a baby
pants back, I want a moustache damn it. I stand with my feet shoulder width apart, with the horizon at waist level, looking and laughing at a red faced
back of my hand, and I would shoot the breeze with the roots of trees. Or go down by the river, watch the way the devil danced, but never took his hand