THINK
(J. Wilson & M. Jones)
© Ochiltree 136 Publishing (1998)

I’m gonna make you think this time,
and I know I’m going to get some answers
I’m gonna make you cross the line
At last I’ve had enough, now I’ve made up my mind
You’ve just gone too far, and I’m gonna make you think this time

Those fighting words were your sophomoric best,
now you think you got me shaking all over
Your army of lies has really made you a mess
can you soldier your way through the smoke?

You should have a soul searching party tonight,
just a table for one with a view
‘Cause there’s blood on your hands, blood on your cloak,
and no one can clean up but you

Your so called high moral code shines through your eyes
and burns a hole in anyone near you
To be trapped in a soul that’s so morally good,
it must really be hell just to be you, that’s what I think

Take notice to the voices in your head,
they’re asking you to listen why don’t you?
There’s only one face staring back, when you’re looking in a mirror

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From the Album: DARK CORNERS