If by chance you saw it was the fly on the wall,
I guess you never heard it, maybe it wasn't there at all,
For in your ever blabbering you somehow lost your way,
Substanced in your anger we write another play.
Guess you must have heard the dragon on your back,
He carries with him always the answer in a sack,
The red and white, the black the blue, every dream forever be true.
Forever lighting my way when in anger, another dream in lifes play.
I guess you think you have the answer, but no question was ever asked.
Maybe you just need attention, but first you need some class.
I guess you're ever dreaming, then again maybe you don't dream at all.
Maybe you are that fly on the wall, that flew away like it wasn't there at all.
I guess you never heard it, maybe it wasn't there at all,
For in your ever blabbering you somehow lost your way,
Substanced in your anger we write another play.
Guess you must have heard the dragon on your back,
He carries with him always the answer in a sack,
The red and white, the black the blue, every dream forever be true.
Forever lighting my way when in anger, another dream in lifes play.
I guess you think you have the answer, but no question was ever asked.
Maybe you just need attention, but first you need some class.
I guess you're ever dreaming, then again maybe you don't dream at all.
Maybe you are that fly on the wall, that flew away like it wasn't there at all.
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