You feel stupid Tired of losing Each game brings you
Misery Each situation appears Just to fool you You feel
I'll with awful nausea And a subtle hysteria That keeps
You Paranoid and looking over your shoulder
So cut all the little people off They're just debris from
Giant blocks And you're the strongman who keeps pounding
With a hammer They cut you up with razer tongues and gave
You lashings from their songs You're the strongman and
All around you hear their laughter
You've the strength of twenty men and spill the guts of
Most of them until you're empty and ashamed and out of
Charisma you've a golden heart of stone and secret
Memories of passion that you hide from all the ugly
People that despise you
