Music: Norberg, Gundersen, Mickelson  Lyrics: Norberg    Inner sense lost in a stream  Another day faking control  Alone, still living an introspective lie  Cut adrift, in constant motion  Roaming never ending oceans    Bleeding poets cry, hands to the sky  Their quest was one of futility  I know man's lost in cosmic settings of coincidence  Just spinning, twisting, circling on...    Manipulate my mind, I don't mind  the kind of lie to subdivide, petrify, dehumanize    Manipulate your mind, would you mind  the kind of lie to subdivide, petrify, dehumanize    I will deny, I still deny, I will deny all  These truths were all yours  I refused them as mine    Manipulate my mind, I don't mind  the kind of lie to subdivide, petrify, dehumanize    Man manipulates man's mind  Should they mind the kind of lie  to subdivide, petrify, dehumanize    Spinning, twisting, circling on