The Thrill Of It All Lyrics - Black Sabbath

Inclination of direction, walk the turned and twisted rift 

With the children of creation futuristic dreams we sift 

Clutching violently we whisper with a liquefying cry 

Any deadly final answers that are surely doomed to die 

Won't you help me Mr. Jesus, won't you tell me if you can? 

When you see this world we live in, do you still believe in man? 

If my songs become my freedom, and my freedom turns to gold 

Then I'll ask the final question, if the answer could be sold 

Well, that's my story and I'm sticking to it 

'Cause I've got no reason to lie, yeah 

Forget your problems that don't even exist 

And I'll show you a way to get high, oh yeah 

Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah 

So come along, you know you matter to me 

Remember freedom is not hard to find, yeah 

Time to stop all your messing around 

Don't you think that I know my own mind, oh yeah 

Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah