Versuri - b - Black Sabbath - THE THRILL OF IT ALL

			
			
Inclination of direction, walk the turned and
twisted rift

With the children of creation futuristic dreams we
sift

Clutching violently we whisper with a liquefying
cry

Any deadly final answers that are surely doomed to
die

Won't you help me Mr. Jesus, won't you tell me if
you can?

When you see this world we live in, do you still
believe in Man?

If my songs become my freedom, and my freedom
turns to gold

Then I'll ask the final question, if the answer
could be sold

Well, that's my story and I'm sticking to it

'Cause I've got no reason to lie, yeah

Forget your problems that don't even exist

And I'll show you a way to get high, oh yeah

Oh yeah!

So come along, you know you matter to me

Remember freedom is not hard to find, yeah

Time to stop all your messing around

Don't you think that I know my own mind, oh yeah

Oh yeah!

Why can't you believe, it's not here to perceive

Do you always have to be told, yeah

For you have been taught that if your mind has
been bought

Life's entire answer was sold, oh yeah

Oh yeah!