how can you say
when you never knew
when you never felt
"isn't that what it's all about?"
and you talk like
you have
(he has)
the answers to all
and you break in
and my voice dies away
let him be your prophet
let him assume
I can tell by your empty words
that you don't believe
he can be proven wrong
in every word you speak I hear it
I am never free from
the third person in our duet
the mark on you
tattooed over your left breast
sours your heart and grows scales
and I can't get through
let him be your prophet
and let him know that I don't follow
I can tell by his accusations
that you don't believe
I can ever be perfect like... like...
when I am opposed, it is
not you against me
but he.
you absorb and imitate
what you percieve to be ideal
while the world looks on
and I wonder
let him be your prophet
let him make you his
and he can tell by my gunmetal eyes
that I don't believe
this charade at all.