You feel stupid Tired of losing Each game brings you 
misery Each situation appears Just to fool you You feel 
ill 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