Some Old Guy's

Writings

Lose Your Illusion

Count me down

Knock me out

Show me what it's all about

Shock and awe

Shortest straw

Not the fastest on the draw

In the dark

Stop my heart

Old and new can't tell apart

Split the change

Flip the page

What we know is re-arranged


When nothing's right with all that's left

All you have to say is yes

Every memory we have made

Like a tablet made of clay

'Cause I am looking where you're not

Memorizing on the spot

Just don't believe the things you see

If you got your eyes on me


Ask you one

Got me none

I see where it's coming from

Take your time

Don't take mine

Not leaving anyone behind

Draw the first

What it's worth

Like the writing on the dirt

Lend your ear

Lose the fear

Watch your worries disappear


When nothing's right with all that's left

All you have to say is yes

Every face that we have made

On the tablet made of clay

'Cause I am looking when you're not

Memorizing on the spot

Just don't believe the things you see

If you got your eyes on me