Roine Stolt - The Observer lyrics

I'm an angel in disguise watching the world I'm a weary wanderer with sleepy eyes The world has gone wrong in so many ways See the wicked prosper in a predatory fashion They're gonna steal the last single bit of freedom They're gonna hunt down the radical poets and k** them And I'm not sure if it's part of a wicked masterplan But I'm getting out of here before the sh** hits the fan, that's 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 d**h lies in the power of a few Too much of what's given is lost in transition Them little greedy hands pile up another cold stash, what else could they do? It's in the weakness of man I guess, but that's 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 I'm a lonely angel on the boulevard Tryin' to speak your language but it's getting harder Any act of kindness doesn't go down well around here, does it? It may be out of fashion, I just couldn't 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 I'm an angel in disguise watching this world I'm a weary wanderer who has seen too much The world has turned it's 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 k**ed in the London market They'll find a scapegoat soon and start firing back I'm an angel in disgust and I'm watching your world I'm a weary wanderer and a tortured soul Just one of the helpless who watch this chaos While the firearm merchants celebrate the riots They're gonna steal your last single bit of freedom They're gonna hunt down the lost unfaithful and k** them They've abused the power their God once gave'em Make no mistake, 'cause I'm not one of them Make no mistake, 'cause I'm not one of them