Besedila: Queensryche. Promised Land. I Am I.

Beating with life you promised life, security, happiness
Unfortunate son cornered, cowering in the pit
Of circling panes of glass
That surround and reveal the ever present it

It is my move, my every look, interpreting gestures
Informing other what's undercover and
Lurking beneath my mask of this year's featured model
Is this too much? Close your eyes care to look inside

I am I, I am I

What may appear might easily be explained
But given the situation of info saturation
What you feel can never, never ever go away

Steering perception, I am inviting contradiction
I am, it's my insistence you keep your distance
From the glare behind my stare
So this is the way the game is played
You can leave now but I think you'll stay

I am I, I am I, I am I
I am I, I am I, I am