Stop Lyrics - Act Iii - Death Angel

Stop, drifting fool 

The truth I must bestow in you 

Many times I've seen 

Men as you, then I smashed their dreams 

Reasons of no cause 

Besides, I myself set the laws 

You won't be set free 

From internal fears implanted by me 

Feeding off his hand 

As if he was your master 

Serving his demand 

I wanna talk about it 

I wanna talk about it 

I wanna talk about it 

I wanna talk about it 

I wanna talk about it 

I'll guide you only right 

Yes, my child, to the light 

Many seem to fear 

What if their peers happen to hear 

That he believes in the truth 

Oh, what a shame to rebellious youth 

Take it from me 

The cowards are those who cease to see 

Feeding off his hand 

As if he was your master 

Serving his demand 

I wanna talk about it 

I wanna talk about it 

I wanna talk about it 

I wanna talk about it 

I wanna talk about it 

I can't tell you what to do 

I can't tell you what to say 

Only can advise you 

Help you along the way 

Smash the mental wall 

That was forged into your brain 

Tune into reality 

And break free from the pain 

Giving all possessions 

To just a name 

Tune into reality 

A mortal human reigns 

Feeding off his hand 

As if he was your master 

Serving his demand 

I wanna talk about it 

I wanna talk about it 

I wanna talk about it 

I wanna talk about it 

I wanna talk about it