Texty: Leah Andreone. Veiled. Who Are They to Say.

Feels good
To wonder what I'm doing here
Feels right
Getting smashed with god all night

Relax
Exploit my mind
To each his own king
Within his own tribe

Define for me free at last
We are history
They don't want
No human contrast

They should know
Jekyll shouldn't have to Hyde
Who are you? Who am I?

Who said I can't alter my mind?
Who said the puzzle needs each piece?
Who said say your seven Hail Marys?
And who are they to say

You keep invading me with your
Self-righteous camouflage uniform
Can't you let me be, who I want to be
If I had gills I'd fly
You can't tell me what's right

If I lose my mind
I wonder what I'd gain tonight
A lunatic, just livin' a real life

Stimulate me try to find me
Who would call it sin
Every Tom, Dick, Harry

Who said absence makes the heart grow fonder?
Who said smiling means I'm happy?
Who said I can't scream for mutiny?
And who are they to say
Who are they to say

Who said I can't alter my mind?
Who said the puzzle needs each piece?
Who said say your seven Hail Marys?
And who are they to say