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.