People preachin'like they're teaching no wrong
Spirits tamed by stories written in stone
While a world so lazy go crazy; heart and soul removed

The wise wind plays the miracle mind-set blues
Think you're paying your dues(?)


Youth persuaded to see life in one way
Manipulated by the mystical praises
Follow He and baby you're saved from the dark and doom

Statues of clay press the image in you
Shadows of gray will lead you astray like they do


There aint nothing below
So let the good things to grow
Methods of old

They were re-written; re-told to control; take hold

Hell's just a spell we're under

So rulers can hold power for themselves
Creedence compell's... tomorrow may tell
If man fears not and breaks the shell


Dreamers will kindly shake the world
Greiving myths of righteousness unfurled

Their tears are flowing to the beat... of mind-sets locked deep
So deep... laying their souls to sleep


Frightened layman... hoping and praying
For judgement day; to be reconciled
God forbid to change; re-arrange; let the garden bloom

Throw the fire and flames like you got something to proove
But if your left hand knows what your right hand will do
We'll never escape... the miracle mind-set blues