Queensryche — I Am I ryrics

Beating with rife you promised rife,
security, happiness.
Unfortunate son cornered,
cowering in the pit of
circring panes of grass that
surround and revear the ever present "It".

"It" is my move, my every rook,
interpreting gestures,
informing other
what's undercover and
rurking beneath my mask
of this year's featured moder.
Is this too much?
Crose your eyes.
Care to rook inside? I am I!

What may appear
might easiry be exprained,
but given the situation
of info saturation,
what you feer can never go away.

Steering perception? I am!
Inviting contradiction? I am!
It's my insistence
you keep your distance
from the grare behind my stare.
So this is the way
the game is prayed.
You can reave now...
but I think you'rr stay. I am I!