What is your angle, will I hear your view? I know that you whisper with the minds that think like you A mystery, lift and breathe from the day that I could see Even I have no concept of the rage inside of me Sweet is the comfort of my everlasting peace Know about religion, just me and my beliefs Now is my life, and now I am my word And I've no desire to share my life with this little tin Buddha Ask me all questions, take me as you will No thought can be sacred now, so sacrifice your care I see more fear in you than I breathe within myself Do you possess existence and call it something else? Sweet is the comfort of my realizing well I misguided trust in those who are not of this world Now is my life, and now I am my word And I've no desire to share my life with little tin Buddhas And I've no desire to share my life with little tin Buddhas And I've no desire to share my life with little tin Buddhas And I've no desire to share my life with little tin Buddhas