Texty: Queensrÿche. SP00L.

Turn another turn...

I think therefor I am, familiar to most?
How long did we eat the seed planted by out host?
4 billion years between our ears
Still hatred brings us many tears
Still we judge eachother
Why, when we're only looking for the same high?

Grind time for old misconceptions
Roll out new scenery as per suggestion
Won't salute you. Won't desert you.
Won't be a prisoner of assumption anymore.

Does language define us? Is reality words?
How far do we appear to be
Is the measure of scope
But with our junkie soul we face the need
Of nature's planned dependency
Don't hold contempt for ecstasy
Just mourn the dead on the screen...
Mourn the dead as they scream.

Grind time for old misconceptions
Roll out new scenery as per suggestion
Won't salute you. Won't desert you.


Turn another turn
SP00L...
Don't be persuaded by the status quo

We can make changes
If we open up we'll see the history they sell us
Holds the structure firm, reinforce the mold
We need to strip it all away
And let the sp00L turn, turn
Another turn
Another turn
Watch it turn... what we'll learn.

Grind time for old misconceptions
Roll out new scenery as per suggestion
Won't salute you. Won't desert you.
SP00L...
Turn another turn
SP00L...

Push away what you're selling me
Realize what we need to be
Focus on a strategy to
Open up our minds and then
Together... turn another turn.