Peepers

Sing if you heard this song before Cry if you been through this storm before Dance if you're feeling it Only those I love have the stuff to break my heart I rather be around strangers somewhere in the park It's starting to get crowded in here so many have ran away from their atmosphere Some believe they're in hell Some believe that God is near Some can't look at their face in the mirror Everyone's crying but no one sheads tears They all speak for a token But there are no words spoken Souls have been sold. For pots of gold Leprechauns shivering naked in the cold Some of them are nothing but slaves Putting their own mothers In their graves for a few chains Man that's no way to behave Can't behind dark shades for long soon it will be shown that the pupils of your eyes are gone