Nothing more, nothing less,
In icon on the wall decoration and duress,
Which many strive to be,
Its the marble statue standing over me,
And nobody has the will to tear it down,
It determines wrong and right,
But to me its just a stereotype
And it makes us lose our sight

The portrait of authority,
You tell me thats what Im supposed to be
(it embodies what he cannot be)

Another time, another man,
An oppressive intrusion
And a plague across his land,
And it haunts him every day,
It tells him he has no chance
His hopes just fades away,
And he lives his life prepared to tear it down,
But he cant muster the support,
And to him its just a stereotype
Of his life-long fight