Roine Stolt

Im an angel in disguise watching the world
Im a weary wanderer with sleepy eyes
The world has gone wrong in so many ways
See the wicked prosper in a predatory fashion
Theyre gonna steal the last single bit of freedom
Theyre gonna hunt down the radical poets and kill them
And Im not sure if its part of a wicked masterplan
But Im getting out of here before the shit hits the fan, thats right
Watching half the world taking all they can
While the other half are left with empty hands
The mean-in-spirit just keep cashing in
Just like "I, me , mine" is never wearing thin
Life and death lies in the power of a few
Too much of whats given is lost in transition
Them little greedy hands pile up another cold stash, what else could they do?
Its in the weakness of man I guess, but thats no consolation
Watching half the world taking all they can
While the other half are left with empty hands
The mean-in-spirit just keep cashing in
Just like "I, me , mine" is never wearing thin
Im a lonely angel on the boulevard
Tryin to speak your language but its getting harder
Any act of kindness doesnt go down well around here, does it?
It may be out of fashion, I just couldnt tell
Watching half the world taking all they can
While the other half are left with empty hands
The mean-in-spirit just keep cashing in
Just like "I, me , mine" is never wearing thin
Any gospel written is a serious threat - and the alternative truths from any dissident
Any questions asked that will start you thinkin are the steps of a nu-world in the making
Im an angel in disguise watching this world
Im a weary wanderer who has seen too much
The world has turned its back on God
For pride and profit and deranged obsessions
While the overweight keep dying of heartattacks
The junk food chains provide the sticks and stones
Still those haunting images just keep coming back
I see the Kids of Africa are just skin and bone
The devil dogs select the major target
Now panic spreads, we fear the next attack
Now 50 killed in the London market
Theyll find a scapegoat soon and start firing back
Im an angel in disgust and Im watching your world
Im a weary wanderer and a tortured soul
Just one of the helpless who watch this chaos
While the firearm merchants celebrate the riots
Theyre gonna steal your last single bit of freedom
Theyre gonna hunt down the lost unfaithful and kill them
Theyve abused the power their God once gaveem
Make no mistake, cause Im not one of them
Make no mistake, cause Im not one of them
[ The Observer Lyrics ]