Il testo della Open your eyes

And i'll admit: i think it's sick
To think of you as something new.
As something special, a muse.
A poster child for the hippie tools.

And i'll admit: it's nostalgic.
And people love that shit.
They'd eat it with a spoon if it meant they'd get to taste you.

And i'll admit: i fell for it, too hard, pretty hard.
You've got the power and the soul
To make a different type of rock n roll.
So let's take a walk to the park.
Summer days, this is great.
I'm with the one i love...

If i knew then what i know now,
Things would be much different around here.
I'm taking responsibility for my...

I refuse.
I refuse to hate my body, and i refuse to hate my soul.
I refuse to let go.
I refuse to think that i have lost my "self-control".

And at the rate i'm going,
I might as well be blowing lines
Of my own internal hell.

Open your eyes.
Open your eyes.

And at the rate i'm going,
I might as well be blowing lines
Of my own internal hell---that i created myself.

Open up your eyes, and see me for what i am.
I ain't wearing no disguise.

A face full of lies.
Open your eyes.