Don't kid yourself;
I'd break the glass right in those weary eyes
If such a faithful charm would fall from your proud neck
The days of tapestries too brilliant to survive
Play reruns in my pensive head
Erode the mountain peaks, too soon, I dread
Glacial damage, constant seance
Remember when you said you wanted to be great?
You are the sacred ritual of the one-man tribe
Roll your childish tongue, ideas of conquering the world alone
Such foolishness should ship you off in packing peanuts
I cannot keep the laughter in a box beneath my bed for any longer.
Nor the anger, confusion, tears, nor...you.
Shit.