What a big man you are Could fight a war with just your face Take it on the chin and leave me open-jawed
What big words you’ve got Reciting lines you’ve heard on film Could write a script with just your lust for respect
Rip off this face, it can’t persist Like shadows in the rain, undefined lines A symphony muted and greying You’re not real, and neither are your goals
Your goals: Exposed and fruitless Suspended from a childhood insecurity Perpetuated beyond the boundaries of logic and reality Many times I held my hand out to you When it should have been me was destructive In my own rights I should have been…
I had hoped somewhere that through your clouded portrait of rage I could eventually count on human nature to rear its head And shine over the darkness that we had created for ourselves And human nature did shine through But I never realized that human nature was truly so jealous and vile
That is the nature of men The very man you strive to be And you will succeed Stretch up to your pain as long as it may carry you Until your body becomes consumed and decayed by the ravages of time
For one day it will forever change your mask And you will be carved in stone…