People talking through their minds,
wasting time.
Saying words that often rhyme
and I find
I see people,
pretty people,
but it seems they don't see me.
Who can I be?
Colored lights inside my brain;
can't explain
why these lights are all insane,
just the same.
I see people,
pretty people,
but it seems they don't see me.
Who can I be?
So I can't really see
what the gods all want of me.
Some say killing is no good.
Others tell me that I should.
So the gold inside my head
turns to red
and the colors are all dead
sounds instead.
I hear people,
crying people,
but it seems they won't hear me.
Who can I be?
So I can’t really see
what the gods all want of me.
Some say killing is no good.
Others tell me that I should.
So the gold inside my head
turns to red
and the colors are all dead
sounds instead.
I hear people,
dying people,
but it seems they can't hear me.
Who can they be?
Written by: Michael Bonanno
Lead vocal: Michael
Back-up vocals:
Michael
Acoustic guitar,
bass, electric
lead guitar,
electric rhythm
guitar organ,
drums: Michael
COPYRIGHT 2005 by Michael Bonanno
LOC Reg. #SRu574 - 109
Reproduction of “Who Can I
Be?” or any part therein
without the express
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