They call you names, a blasphemous perversion
Were you anything but an unfortunate mutation?
That has become so different--- were you always like this?
Do you purposely refuse to recall childhood's bliss?
Was there a time in the recent, or a song in the distant past
That reminds you that you were just like everybody else?
It tells, with how you evolved from egg to eagle. So fast,
You saw that you must: destroy the pillars that defined your life.
In the final battle of heart and mind, there is nothing but strife
And what will you find? Some sense of fulfillment? An attainment?
Do you think it makes you better? As you slowly sever
The knots and ties intertwined with lies. Ask yourself:
What makes you sure that you aren't wrong?
Does the truth you seek echo in your songs?
