Suddenly ... it all seems so clear
Every lyric is relevant
Every poem is pertinent
To me, and it is my deepest fear
Self-deprecating as I am, shame I don’t crave punishment
And I am just ... a poor depiction
I’m the weak link in the chain
A mere pinky to your brain
And the sting of my lash is only fiction
But I have seen the tears of innocents, and not without innocent strain
So I step up to the challenge, face my fate like some brigade
Accept my sentence, and feign I am not afraid
Whether truth or mere charade
Throat to the blade, I will never crossfade
There is a goddess ... I view her creation
I covet them with guilt
Where my own blood has been spilt
The sun, moon, and stars her congregation
I will transform myself into a star, demand that my temple be built
Til then I imagine ... how it feels
The forbidden taste of brilliance
At the risk of rent resilience
Silently grieving for my shattered ideals
And the isolated hermit can still win the hearts of millions
So I step up to the challenge, face my fate like some brigade
Accept my sentence, and feign I am not afraid
Whether truth or mere charade
Throat to the blade, I will never crossfade