I’m still afraid of ghosts that can see me,
They know my thoughts, they read my mind.
Beside my self I judge my condition,
I close my eyes but can’t go blind.
I’m feeling all the heat, all the chaos
It’s gotten underneath my skin,
So far to go to reach absolution
My sanity, my soul runs thin
Why don’t you care?
Don’t, don’t you dare.
Rectifier, how’s the world supposed to be?
Rectifier, Take my hand and rescue me.
I feel in love, I made that decision,
On broken hearts I cut my self
Despite the pain, I maintain position,
And leave good will up on the shelf
But now I’m stuck in a chain with no linkage,
A vagrant lover prisoner,
Suspicious goals distort good intention,
Aggressive action batterer.
Why don’t you care?
Don’t, don’t you dare.
Rectifier, How’s the world supposed to be?
Rectifier, Take my hand and rescue me.
Rectifier, How’s the world supposed to be?
Rectifier, Take my hand and set me free.
Why don’t you care?
Don’t, don’t you dare.
Rectifier, How’s the world supposed be?
Rectifier, Take my hand and rescue me.
Rectifier, How’s the world supposed to be?
Rectifier, Take my hand and set me free.
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