It started off with a one-man band. A
cataclysm of power and a strengthened hand. The
subconscious efforts to release the blame? Well
they could hide the greed, but not the fame. They
shouted loudly and they were afraid. But
their voices carried a lot of grief and shame. And
without an ounce of energy to save, He
laid down and died in his self-made grave. We
remember him to this day, but we forget. The
most important things are self contained. Let
us ask questions so we'll always know. Why
do we release our feelings but we never let go? I
think it's time that this one-man show, Takes
a different route and, for once, says no. But
the deconstruction of a hidden flame, Can't
escape the reality of a bunch of fakes. Who
do we go to, when we have no one? Who
do we go to, when we're running from the sun? To
know everything is not very fun. So
stay unaware and inflate your ego. Then
when you remember this next sentence, You'll
feel okay about what you've done. When
we have no one, we go too far; When
we're running from the sun, we forget who we are; To
know everything is to know nothing at all; So
when you feel small, remember, compared to
me, you're six feet tall.
