-'Eye of the Beholder.'-
Pairings: a little angst for right now, something more substantial later.
A/N: This is the sequel to Enter Sandman and Sad But True. Xander must remember that spells don't work exactly right on him, where before they were annoying, now could be catastrophic.
A/N 2: God knows you can't write more unless you get reviews.
Disclaimers: I don't own anything relating to Buffy, Angel, or Metallica.
Timeframe: S2 AU "Bewitched, Bothered, and Bewildered."
Dedicated to the ones you can't save, and to the ones you can.
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Xander ran out into the hall with Amy over his shoulder rubbing his back profusely and kissing his neck. "Would you, uh, stop that? It's making it hard for me to concentrate."
Amy moaned. "Oh I'd just _hate_ to make it _hard_"
He groaned and turned the corner only to get a strong left jab from Oz. "Ow." He turned to face the musician. "What the hell was that for?"
Oz growled and took a step forward. His face started to get hairy and his features became exaggerated. "I was on the phone all night, listening to Willow cry about _you_. Now, I don't know exactly what happened, but I was left with a very strong urge to... hit you."
Xander rubbed his chin and put Amy down, who immediately pouted and started to grope him. "Well, you did. Good job there Oz ole buddy. Now if you'll excuse me."
Oz howled and lunged at him. Xander dropped to the floor and flipped him over. He grabbed one of the tranq guns he dropped and shot Oz in the leg. Oz let out a small yelp and fell unconscious. "Crap," he turned to Amy "You wanna help me drag him to a classroom?"
Amy bit her bottom lip. "What do I get?"
Xander smiled, playfully, he hoped. "It's a secret."
Amy squealed and they put him into the American Literature 101 classroom. They walked out of the room to see a very ragged Cordelia. "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?"
Xander held Amy back. "Are you attracted to me in any physical, emotional, or mental way?"
Cordelia shook her head and shouted. "NO!"
Xander turned to Amy. "Good, she's sane."
Amy draped herself over Xander, protecting her territory. Her eyes flashed a bright amber. "Just remember that bitch."
Xander turned back to Cordelia. "What's going on?"
Cordelia shook her head. "I don't know. I mean one second, we were all laughing and joking, then all of the sudden, all these girls start hitting me and telling me how wrong it was for me to dump you."
Xander felt a knot in the pit of his stomach. He never meant for it to go this far. "I'm sorry Cor, I never..."
She interrupted him with a finger to his lips. "Xander, it made me realize something..."
Amy unlocked the door behind them and threw her into the classroom with the unconscious werewolf. A yellow eyed Cordelia banged on the door window. "Let me out right now you heinous BITCH!"
Xander turned to Amy. "How did you know she was possessed?"
Amy turned back to him. "She was possessed?"
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Xander stopped at his house. He slowly let Amy down and led her inside. "So any way of knowing how to undo this?"
She smiled and purred into his ear. "Undo what?"
Xander, it would seem, had a soft spot right under his earlobe as he was reduced only to making gurgling sounds. "Uggg crrrlahhhhss."
He pushed her off. "I mean, do you remember the spell I asked you to do?"
Amy smiled sweetly. "Yeah, we spent so much time together I think that was when I actually realized..."
Xander muttered under his breath as he walked up to his bedroom with the tranq guns. "Yeah, I think that's when _everyone_ realized."
He walked into the room and placed the tranq guns on the bed. Amy rushed in and pulled Xander to the bed, moaning and panting. Xander tried to fight her off. "I mean, uhh, did you have a focal point or something for the spell?" Amy nibbled on his collarbone. "...or something?"
Amy leaned back on the bed and spoke with a sultry voice. "Lets not talk about spells right now, I want to work our _own_ magic."
Xander groaned. Even _he_ had to admit that line was lame. "No, I mean talking about it gets me all hot and bothered you know?"
Amy raised an eyebrow. She smiled and then got on all fours and crawled forward and spoke with a sexy voice. "Well, I needed the locket..."
Xander's eyes widened. "The locket, do you have the locket?"
Amy smiled softly and placed her hand over her chest. "Always, it was a gift."
Xander nodded excitedly. "Okay, where is it?"
Amy looked confused and patted her chest again. "Right here."
Xander shook his head. "I don't see it."
Amy smiled. "No, I keep it under my shirt, close to my heart."
"Oh, um, can I see it, to you know, and reminisce?"
Amy smirked and leaned back into the bed. "Come and get it."
Xander's jaw dropped. "Um, what?"
Amy pulled his hands to her collarbone. "Xander wants it. Xander go gets it."
Xander's forehead got very sweaty. "Run that by me again?"
Amy pulled him into a passionate kiss. "Kiss me you fool."
Xander complied and slowly worked his way down her shirt. 'Just feel the chain, just feel the chain. AACK that's not the chain.' Finally, he was able to find the pendant and took it off of Amy, who pouted. "Hey."
Xander looked at the necklace with a grin and backed up towards the window. "Good, I can finally end this, we should be safer up here."
An arm came through the window and pulled him out of the room.
Angelus smirked in game face and kicked him off of the roof. "Works in theory."
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"Where's Buffy?"
Xander landed on the ground with a loud thud. "OOMPHFF."
Angelus leapt down after him and stood over him. "Perfect." He grabbed Xander and pulled him up, "I wanted to do something special for Buffy, actually to Buffy, but this is _so_ much better!"
Xander kneed him in the crotch and stood up, Angelus reached out and flipped Xander over backward onto the grass again. He jumped over and pinned Xander to the ground. "If it's any consolation, I didn't like you very much either. You were so damn annoying and you would just talk and talk."
A hand grabbed Angelus by the shoulder, pulled him up and threw him aside into a tree. Xander jumped to a conclusion and looked up at his savior. "Buffy, how..."
Drusilla smiled at the boy. "Don't fret, kitten. Mummy's here."
Angelus picked himself up. "I don't know what you're up to, Dru, but it _doesn't_ amuse me!"
She growled at Angelus and gently stroked Xander's hair. Xander was half frozen in fear and shock, the other half in confusion. "If you harm one hair on this boy's head..."
Angelus raised an eyebrow. "You've gotta be kidding. Him?"
Drusilla turned Xander to face her. "Just because I finally found a _real_ man..."
Angelus shook his head as he backed away. "Damn Dru, I guess I really _did_ drive you crazy." He turned to face Xander. "I was just going to kill you, rip your arms and legs off, and leave them in random places for your friends to find. I don't even _wanna_ know what she's going to do to you."
Drusilla moaned as she ran her fingers over Xander's lips. "Your face is like a poem. I can read it."
Xander shifted back "Really? It doesn't say 'go away' by any chance?"
Drusilla leaned in for a kiss. "Shhh. How do you feel about eternal life?"
Xander balled his hand into a fist as he saw the locket laying several feet away. "Sounds good in theory, but then with all the hair gel and the blood, I think it'd get a little old don't you?"
Drusilla smiled. "Silly boy."
A gunshot rang through the air. Amy stood by the front door with one of Xander's pistols. "Get away from my man you undead slut."
Xander took the opportunity and kicked Drusilla off him and crawled over to the locket, he grabbed it in his hand. Drusilla tackled him and bared her fangs. "Naughty boy," she turned to look at Amy, "Mummy wants to play hopscotch with your kidneys."
Xander threw to necklace back to Amy and concentrated on getting Dru off of him. "Break the pendant!"
Amy gave him a look of shock and hurt. "But it was a gift."
Xander threw the vampiress off and shouted back. "Just break it." He turned back only to get tackled. He decided to play a low card, "It was Cordy's first remember?"
Amy dropped the necklace on the floor and gave it a look of disgust. "Bitch."
She brought down her heel on the piece of jewelry and crushed it.
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Xander sat down at lunch alone. It seemed that most of the student body avoided him like the plague. He couldn't blame them though. The men hated him for 'stealing' their girls, and the girls just plain hated him. He frowned as Willow and then Amy passed him with their lunch trays. "Well, I'm back to being incredibly unpopular."
He heard a feminine voice come from behind him. Buffy smiled and put her tray next to his before sitting down. "It's better than everyone trying to kill or seduce you, right?"
Xander chuckled. He was glad to at least have one friend left. "Mostly, but, uh... Willow won't even talk to me."
Buffy opened her coke and took a sip. "Any particular reason she should?"
Xander shook his head and looked back towards at the petite redhead who quickly turned away. "How much groveling are we talking here?"
Buffy looked at her tray, noticing the lack of actual food. "Oh, a month, at least." Xander turned back and faced her. "Xander, come on, I mean... this is worse for her than anyone. She loved you before you invoked the great Hound Dog spirit. The rest of us..."
Xander groaned and slip back into his seat. "You remember, huh? Figures."
Buffy raised her eyebrows and shook her head. "Only some things. I remember coming on to you, remember begging you to undress me, yelling at you, you yelling at me... And then a sudden need to kill Amy. I also remember that you didn't."
Xander deadpanned. "Kill Amy?"
Buffy smiled and looked at him. "Undress me. It meant a lot to me what you said."
Xander smiled back and took out a twinkie. "C'mon, Buffy, I couldn't take advantage of you like that. Okay, for a minute, it was touch and go there... "
Buffy put her hand on his shoulder and gently squeezed. "You came through. There might just be hope for you yet."
Xander chuckled and looked towards the Cordettes. "Well, tell that to Cordelia." He turned to see several other girls looking at him with disgust. "...and everyone else."
Buffy shook her head and took a bite of her Snickers bar. "You're on your own there."
Buffy smiled and took another bite of her snicker's bar. "Hey, do you see Giles today?"
Xander almost choked his twinkie.
Buffy patted him on the back. "Are you okay Xander?"
Xander looked sick. "Yeah, yeah, just a little stomach quirk."
Xander gazed over at the brunette cheerleader. She glanced over at him, but quickly went back into her conversation. He turned back towards Buffy. "You know what Buff? I'm going to take some good advice given to me by an old friend."
Buffy smirked. "Is this old friend blonde and able to kick undead ass?"
Xander laughed and shook his head. "Sadly no, but he was still pretty smart. I have to let go. I know the journey is going to be rough. I know it'll hurt..."
Buffy smiled. "You've got 'but'-face."
Xander gave her a dirty look. "What?"
"You've got 'but'-face. I sense a 'but' coming."
Xander smiled and teased her. "Well, we all can't have a 'butt' like yours now can we."
*Thwack*
Xander rubbed the back of his head. "Ow, okay, okay. Anyway, I have to let go. I don't mean that we wont ever get together again, or that anything'll happen in the future. It's uncertain. What I'm saying is that...it could always be worse. Its about perspective, how you look at things today. I can live with that."
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Words and Music by James Hetfield, Lars Ulrich and Kirk Hammett Copyright © 1988 Creeping Death Music (ASCAP) International Copyright Secured All Rights Reserved
Do you see what I see? Truth is an offence, Your silence for your confidence.
Do you hear what I hear? Doors are slamming shut, Limit your imagination, keep you where they must.
Do you feel what I feel? Bittering distress, Who decides what you express?
Do you take what I take? Endurance is the word, Moving back instead of forward seems to me absurd.
Doesn't matter what you see, or into it what you read. You can do it your own way, if it's done just how I say.
Independence limited
Freedom of choice
Choice is made for you, my friend
Freedom of speech
Speech is words that they will bend
Freedom with their exception
Do you fear what I fear? Living properly, Truths to you are lies to me.
Do you choose what I choose? More alternatives, Energy derives from both the plus and negative.
Do you need what I need? Boundaries overthrown, Look inside, to each his own.
Do you trust what I trust? Me, myself, and I, Penetrate the smoke screen, I see through the selfish lie.
Doesn't matter what you see, or into it what you read. You can do it your own way, if it's done just how I say.
Independence limited
Freedom of choice
Choice is made for you, my friend
Freedom of speech
Speech is words that they will bend
Freedom with their exception
Do you know what I know? Your money and your wealth, Your silence just to hear yourself.
Do you want what I want? Desire not a thing, I hunger after independence, lengthen freedom's ring.
Doesn't matter what you see, or into it what you read. You can do it your own way, if it's done just how I say.
Independence limited
Freedom of choice
Choice is made for you, my friend
Freedom of speech
Speech is words that they will bend
Freedom no longer for you
Doesn't matter what you see, or into it what you read. You can do it your own way, if it's done just how I say.
Pairings: a little angst for right now, something more substantial later.
A/N: This is the sequel to Enter Sandman and Sad But True. Xander must remember that spells don't work exactly right on him, where before they were annoying, now could be catastrophic.
A/N 2: God knows you can't write more unless you get reviews.
Disclaimers: I don't own anything relating to Buffy, Angel, or Metallica.
Timeframe: S2 AU "Bewitched, Bothered, and Bewildered."
Dedicated to the ones you can't save, and to the ones you can.
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Xander ran out into the hall with Amy over his shoulder rubbing his back profusely and kissing his neck. "Would you, uh, stop that? It's making it hard for me to concentrate."
Amy moaned. "Oh I'd just _hate_ to make it _hard_"
He groaned and turned the corner only to get a strong left jab from Oz. "Ow." He turned to face the musician. "What the hell was that for?"
Oz growled and took a step forward. His face started to get hairy and his features became exaggerated. "I was on the phone all night, listening to Willow cry about _you_. Now, I don't know exactly what happened, but I was left with a very strong urge to... hit you."
Xander rubbed his chin and put Amy down, who immediately pouted and started to grope him. "Well, you did. Good job there Oz ole buddy. Now if you'll excuse me."
Oz howled and lunged at him. Xander dropped to the floor and flipped him over. He grabbed one of the tranq guns he dropped and shot Oz in the leg. Oz let out a small yelp and fell unconscious. "Crap," he turned to Amy "You wanna help me drag him to a classroom?"
Amy bit her bottom lip. "What do I get?"
Xander smiled, playfully, he hoped. "It's a secret."
Amy squealed and they put him into the American Literature 101 classroom. They walked out of the room to see a very ragged Cordelia. "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?"
Xander held Amy back. "Are you attracted to me in any physical, emotional, or mental way?"
Cordelia shook her head and shouted. "NO!"
Xander turned to Amy. "Good, she's sane."
Amy draped herself over Xander, protecting her territory. Her eyes flashed a bright amber. "Just remember that bitch."
Xander turned back to Cordelia. "What's going on?"
Cordelia shook her head. "I don't know. I mean one second, we were all laughing and joking, then all of the sudden, all these girls start hitting me and telling me how wrong it was for me to dump you."
Xander felt a knot in the pit of his stomach. He never meant for it to go this far. "I'm sorry Cor, I never..."
She interrupted him with a finger to his lips. "Xander, it made me realize something..."
Amy unlocked the door behind them and threw her into the classroom with the unconscious werewolf. A yellow eyed Cordelia banged on the door window. "Let me out right now you heinous BITCH!"
Xander turned to Amy. "How did you know she was possessed?"
Amy turned back to him. "She was possessed?"
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Xander stopped at his house. He slowly let Amy down and led her inside. "So any way of knowing how to undo this?"
She smiled and purred into his ear. "Undo what?"
Xander, it would seem, had a soft spot right under his earlobe as he was reduced only to making gurgling sounds. "Uggg crrrlahhhhss."
He pushed her off. "I mean, do you remember the spell I asked you to do?"
Amy smiled sweetly. "Yeah, we spent so much time together I think that was when I actually realized..."
Xander muttered under his breath as he walked up to his bedroom with the tranq guns. "Yeah, I think that's when _everyone_ realized."
He walked into the room and placed the tranq guns on the bed. Amy rushed in and pulled Xander to the bed, moaning and panting. Xander tried to fight her off. "I mean, uhh, did you have a focal point or something for the spell?" Amy nibbled on his collarbone. "...or something?"
Amy leaned back on the bed and spoke with a sultry voice. "Lets not talk about spells right now, I want to work our _own_ magic."
Xander groaned. Even _he_ had to admit that line was lame. "No, I mean talking about it gets me all hot and bothered you know?"
Amy raised an eyebrow. She smiled and then got on all fours and crawled forward and spoke with a sexy voice. "Well, I needed the locket..."
Xander's eyes widened. "The locket, do you have the locket?"
Amy smiled softly and placed her hand over her chest. "Always, it was a gift."
Xander nodded excitedly. "Okay, where is it?"
Amy looked confused and patted her chest again. "Right here."
Xander shook his head. "I don't see it."
Amy smiled. "No, I keep it under my shirt, close to my heart."
"Oh, um, can I see it, to you know, and reminisce?"
Amy smirked and leaned back into the bed. "Come and get it."
Xander's jaw dropped. "Um, what?"
Amy pulled his hands to her collarbone. "Xander wants it. Xander go gets it."
Xander's forehead got very sweaty. "Run that by me again?"
Amy pulled him into a passionate kiss. "Kiss me you fool."
Xander complied and slowly worked his way down her shirt. 'Just feel the chain, just feel the chain. AACK that's not the chain.' Finally, he was able to find the pendant and took it off of Amy, who pouted. "Hey."
Xander looked at the necklace with a grin and backed up towards the window. "Good, I can finally end this, we should be safer up here."
An arm came through the window and pulled him out of the room.
Angelus smirked in game face and kicked him off of the roof. "Works in theory."
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"Where's Buffy?"
Xander landed on the ground with a loud thud. "OOMPHFF."
Angelus leapt down after him and stood over him. "Perfect." He grabbed Xander and pulled him up, "I wanted to do something special for Buffy, actually to Buffy, but this is _so_ much better!"
Xander kneed him in the crotch and stood up, Angelus reached out and flipped Xander over backward onto the grass again. He jumped over and pinned Xander to the ground. "If it's any consolation, I didn't like you very much either. You were so damn annoying and you would just talk and talk."
A hand grabbed Angelus by the shoulder, pulled him up and threw him aside into a tree. Xander jumped to a conclusion and looked up at his savior. "Buffy, how..."
Drusilla smiled at the boy. "Don't fret, kitten. Mummy's here."
Angelus picked himself up. "I don't know what you're up to, Dru, but it _doesn't_ amuse me!"
She growled at Angelus and gently stroked Xander's hair. Xander was half frozen in fear and shock, the other half in confusion. "If you harm one hair on this boy's head..."
Angelus raised an eyebrow. "You've gotta be kidding. Him?"
Drusilla turned Xander to face her. "Just because I finally found a _real_ man..."
Angelus shook his head as he backed away. "Damn Dru, I guess I really _did_ drive you crazy." He turned to face Xander. "I was just going to kill you, rip your arms and legs off, and leave them in random places for your friends to find. I don't even _wanna_ know what she's going to do to you."
Drusilla moaned as she ran her fingers over Xander's lips. "Your face is like a poem. I can read it."
Xander shifted back "Really? It doesn't say 'go away' by any chance?"
Drusilla leaned in for a kiss. "Shhh. How do you feel about eternal life?"
Xander balled his hand into a fist as he saw the locket laying several feet away. "Sounds good in theory, but then with all the hair gel and the blood, I think it'd get a little old don't you?"
Drusilla smiled. "Silly boy."
A gunshot rang through the air. Amy stood by the front door with one of Xander's pistols. "Get away from my man you undead slut."
Xander took the opportunity and kicked Drusilla off him and crawled over to the locket, he grabbed it in his hand. Drusilla tackled him and bared her fangs. "Naughty boy," she turned to look at Amy, "Mummy wants to play hopscotch with your kidneys."
Xander threw to necklace back to Amy and concentrated on getting Dru off of him. "Break the pendant!"
Amy gave him a look of shock and hurt. "But it was a gift."
Xander threw the vampiress off and shouted back. "Just break it." He turned back only to get tackled. He decided to play a low card, "It was Cordy's first remember?"
Amy dropped the necklace on the floor and gave it a look of disgust. "Bitch."
She brought down her heel on the piece of jewelry and crushed it.
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Xander sat down at lunch alone. It seemed that most of the student body avoided him like the plague. He couldn't blame them though. The men hated him for 'stealing' their girls, and the girls just plain hated him. He frowned as Willow and then Amy passed him with their lunch trays. "Well, I'm back to being incredibly unpopular."
He heard a feminine voice come from behind him. Buffy smiled and put her tray next to his before sitting down. "It's better than everyone trying to kill or seduce you, right?"
Xander chuckled. He was glad to at least have one friend left. "Mostly, but, uh... Willow won't even talk to me."
Buffy opened her coke and took a sip. "Any particular reason she should?"
Xander shook his head and looked back towards at the petite redhead who quickly turned away. "How much groveling are we talking here?"
Buffy looked at her tray, noticing the lack of actual food. "Oh, a month, at least." Xander turned back and faced her. "Xander, come on, I mean... this is worse for her than anyone. She loved you before you invoked the great Hound Dog spirit. The rest of us..."
Xander groaned and slip back into his seat. "You remember, huh? Figures."
Buffy raised her eyebrows and shook her head. "Only some things. I remember coming on to you, remember begging you to undress me, yelling at you, you yelling at me... And then a sudden need to kill Amy. I also remember that you didn't."
Xander deadpanned. "Kill Amy?"
Buffy smiled and looked at him. "Undress me. It meant a lot to me what you said."
Xander smiled back and took out a twinkie. "C'mon, Buffy, I couldn't take advantage of you like that. Okay, for a minute, it was touch and go there... "
Buffy put her hand on his shoulder and gently squeezed. "You came through. There might just be hope for you yet."
Xander chuckled and looked towards the Cordettes. "Well, tell that to Cordelia." He turned to see several other girls looking at him with disgust. "...and everyone else."
Buffy shook her head and took a bite of her Snickers bar. "You're on your own there."
Buffy smiled and took another bite of her snicker's bar. "Hey, do you see Giles today?"
Xander almost choked his twinkie.
Buffy patted him on the back. "Are you okay Xander?"
Xander looked sick. "Yeah, yeah, just a little stomach quirk."
Xander gazed over at the brunette cheerleader. She glanced over at him, but quickly went back into her conversation. He turned back towards Buffy. "You know what Buff? I'm going to take some good advice given to me by an old friend."
Buffy smirked. "Is this old friend blonde and able to kick undead ass?"
Xander laughed and shook his head. "Sadly no, but he was still pretty smart. I have to let go. I know the journey is going to be rough. I know it'll hurt..."
Buffy smiled. "You've got 'but'-face."
Xander gave her a dirty look. "What?"
"You've got 'but'-face. I sense a 'but' coming."
Xander smiled and teased her. "Well, we all can't have a 'butt' like yours now can we."
*Thwack*
Xander rubbed the back of his head. "Ow, okay, okay. Anyway, I have to let go. I don't mean that we wont ever get together again, or that anything'll happen in the future. It's uncertain. What I'm saying is that...it could always be worse. Its about perspective, how you look at things today. I can live with that."
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Words and Music by James Hetfield, Lars Ulrich and Kirk Hammett Copyright © 1988 Creeping Death Music (ASCAP) International Copyright Secured All Rights Reserved
Do you see what I see? Truth is an offence, Your silence for your confidence.
Do you hear what I hear? Doors are slamming shut, Limit your imagination, keep you where they must.
Do you feel what I feel? Bittering distress, Who decides what you express?
Do you take what I take? Endurance is the word, Moving back instead of forward seems to me absurd.
Doesn't matter what you see, or into it what you read. You can do it your own way, if it's done just how I say.
Independence limited
Freedom of choice
Choice is made for you, my friend
Freedom of speech
Speech is words that they will bend
Freedom with their exception
Do you fear what I fear? Living properly, Truths to you are lies to me.
Do you choose what I choose? More alternatives, Energy derives from both the plus and negative.
Do you need what I need? Boundaries overthrown, Look inside, to each his own.
Do you trust what I trust? Me, myself, and I, Penetrate the smoke screen, I see through the selfish lie.
Doesn't matter what you see, or into it what you read. You can do it your own way, if it's done just how I say.
Independence limited
Freedom of choice
Choice is made for you, my friend
Freedom of speech
Speech is words that they will bend
Freedom with their exception
Do you know what I know? Your money and your wealth, Your silence just to hear yourself.
Do you want what I want? Desire not a thing, I hunger after independence, lengthen freedom's ring.
Doesn't matter what you see, or into it what you read. You can do it your own way, if it's done just how I say.
Independence limited
Freedom of choice
Choice is made for you, my friend
Freedom of speech
Speech is words that they will bend
Freedom no longer for you
Doesn't matter what you see, or into it what you read. You can do it your own way, if it's done just how I say.