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W A S P The Idol

in the eye of my rage, where no hurricane dies I'm in the eye of my rage, where the hurricane lies Oh, a storm's in my eyes And like the beast that's

Demolition, mission-man The old boy's hating me I've become the one, they warned me about Oh, he's gonna die before me Long live, long live, long live

The crimson idol of a million I don't wanna be, I don't wanna be, I don't wanna be The crimson idol of a million eyes, of a million I am the prisoner

in the mirror And I don't understand Don't feel like a boy and it's not getting clearer But I don't feel like a man I'm seventeen and I'm somebody's

anybody hear me If I smash the silence, you'll see what fame has done to me Kiss away the pain and leave me lonely I'll never know if love's a lie Ooh

bleeding Cause the children have been left alone too long This thing that we've made is fat and feeds on the hate Of the millions that it's taught to

the loneliness Behind my face I am just a prisoner to my faith If I could only stand and stare in the mirror would I see One fallen hero with a face

arena for two years trying to get a break in music and make a record and that's when I ran across a delightful business man named Charlie. He had been a

I just wanna be The crimson Idol of a million I just wanna be, I just wanna be, I just wanna be The crimson Idol of a million eyes Of a million