You feel like an animal
Roaring high to be heard
You need to taste the blood
Bleeding down from your lips
In my spirit
In my stomach you will find my soul
Like a mirror
My eyes of burning fire
Can you hear the thunder?
Is the beat of my animal's heart
One day I'll be close to....
Hope you shall not be there
Prayers, healings
Claiming for mercy, forgive them
Preacher, preacher
Spirit, you spirit, won't fly
We can build a new world
The question really is this:
Do we really want?
Do we really want?
I feel how change is at hand
I see a future growing
Do we really want?
Do we really want?
I feel how change is at hand
I see a future growing
Do we really want?
Do we really want?
We can build a new world
The question really is this: Do we really want?
I feel how change is at hand
I see a future growing
Do we really want?
Taste of your blood.....