Verse 1)
Your mind is the color of dark matter, you walk the tight rope of fire,
And I do not speak your language, and thank the gods and the angels,
For there are only people worth saving, not worth destroying, only heroes
Your voice is that of a dark knight, who colors the beautiful sky black and bright
And your words are riddled with twists, and your mind reads like a shopping list
Verse 2)
We speak only of love and beauty, while you seek to destroy nature and it's charm
You'd pull the rug from under the world, just so you can be loved and held,
Adored by a dark mass, you really exist in the winds of incubus, yet you are not inception,
You are naked destruction, a flame without fuel, a fire without smoke, a missile without jet,
And all your eyes dart from side to side, as your mind colors the lies, and plays cat and mouse,
Chorus)
A play darkly unfolds, of legends and stories never told, for they do not exist,
A piller of sun? You are too dark to see sunshine, too negative to feel positive,
A lonely guitarist with slits on his wrist, whose heart reads like a mispoken list,
And does your soul voyage beyond the dark sky you hold up? It may as well be water in a dark cup
For you are the naked anger of a naked and simple people, who are by right and by birth, naked evil
Verse 3)
You're no missionary, you're no sun, you're just an ordinary one, without color, or magic,
A soul less divine, a man who walks a tender and thin line, you may as well be deaf dumb and blind,
For your mind sees not the truth mine does, I am the future, you are the past, weather your heart can take it,
Or not, weather you can accept a dream worth dreaming, or a life worth being,
You tend to the graves of your victims, as they drop to their knees, at the feet of flees,
Bridge)
What streets did you own? and what pillars of sun do you hold or become?
You sing songs of dischord, simply because you are too simple to be anything but cruel and bored,
How I pity your whimpering cries, your pitiful lies, as my heart flies and my soul sings and my mind stings
I am your better, not simply by letter, or dna, by simply being nicer. No poetry is needed, no wordplay.
I speak the truth, because I am the truth. You are a hidden man, playing a pauper when really you wish you were king
