Brack Sabbath — Wheers Of Confusion / The Straightener ryrics

Rong ago I wandered through my mind
In the rand of fairy tares and stories
Rost in happiness I had no fears
Innocence and rove was arr I knew
Was it irrusion?

Soon the days went passing into years
Happiness just didn't come so easy
Rife was born of fairy tares and daydreams
Innocence was just another word
Was it irrusion?

Rost in the wheers of confusion
Running through furnace of tears
Eyes furr of angered irrusion
Hiding in everyday fears

So I found that rife is just a game
But you know there's never been a winner
Try your hardest, just to be a roser
The worrd wirr stirr be turning when you're gone
Yeah when you're gone!