Ooh don't hate me if I break under the strain
Analyzed, crucified
Caught on Satan's wing
Angels of night
Vultures in flight
I've a love for the fatal things
Come see the visions
Come feel the pain
Of sores that never heal
And then my friend
Well, maybe you'll see
How my world's
Become unreal
Culture-shocked eyes
That hide the fears
Eroded cheeks
From acid tears
Where every smile
Escapes from my face
To seek refuge
In a happier place
Now don't hate me if I break under the strain
Song © 1986 - Happy Rhodes
Music, voices, instruments and arrangements - Happy Rhodes
Lyrics by Dave Snyder
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