Piece of the Mind Songtext
von Overture

Minister worshipping your little world, little world
Never acknowledge you, you believe you′re, a profit of this world
The hands of fate are closing, closing in on your mind
The grand intuition is slipping, slipping by father time


I could say I'm your God, though never acknowledge you, you
As we wait for thee despite hypocrisy, we should realize society is
Brought forth from reality

Distant eyes we can′t ignore, make them believe you're I'm their lord
Feed them their bodies and their souls, making them believe

Piece of the mind, as you rise from the floor
Piece of the mind, time folds before your eyes, before your eyes

Piece of the mind, as you rise from the floor
Piece of the mind, time folds before your eyes