I

see

all

things

from

my

mind's

in-

no-

cence

When

they

call

me

I

hear

their

pro-

phe-

cy

You

say

I

must

Face

my

own

De-

li-

ver-

ance

When

you

choose

me

Have

I

lost

Sa-

ni-

ty

These

eyes

can

see

right

through

me

I

feel

your

soul

in-

side

What

have

you

wait-

ing

for

me

I'll

do

what

you

de-

cide

And

now

this

pos-

ses-

sion

Be-

comes

my

one

ob-

ses-

sion

A-

drift

in

il-

lu-

sion

I'm

sent

in-

to

con-

fu-

sion

Such

tor-

ment

and

sad-

ness

That

o-

ver-

whelms

like

mad-

ness

So

fear-

ful

and

in-

tense

It

burns

in--

side

I'll

spread

the

word

A-

round

the

world

My

name

will

last

E-

ter-

nal-

ly

I

have

the

power

I

have

the

choice

They'll

hear

my

voice

For

cen-

tu-

ries

Pan-

dor-

a's

box

is

o-

pened

Too

late

no

tur-

ning

round

A

par-

a-

dox

has

wo-

ken

I

serve

with

ho-

nor

bound

And

now

this

pos-

ses-

sion

Be-

comes

my

one

ob-

ses-

sion

A-

live

in

il-

lu-

sion

To

make

sence

from

con-

fu-

sion

Come

tor-

ment

come

sad-

ness

Give

me

the

joy

of

mad-

ness

This

fear

and

this

in-

tent

Runs

deep

in--

side

This

de-

ep

pos-

ses-

sion

For

my

life

I

want

this

ob-

ses-

sion

In

my

life

I

claim

this

pos-

ses-

sion

Take

my

life

[not even the might of RSE guitars...

...can match Mr Halford's lung capacity]