Black asphalt carpet stroke my feet
Internal rhythm cracks the beat
Liquid refreshment indiscreet
Poetic license so concrete

On the way towards the light
Blind ambition blurs my sight
Hand which guides me through the night
Has left me alone

Sitting pretty on my chair
My two-way mirror shields the glare
Narcissus bows in useless prayer
This franchised ego needs repair

Image maker come to me
Makes me things that I should be
I am only what you see
And you're wanting more

So check the odds and place your bet
Let's have some quiet on this set
Some standard movie silhouette
I'll hatch another image yet

On the way towards the light
Blind ambition blurs my sight
Hand which guides me through the night
Has left me alone

Image maker come to me
Makes me things that I should be
I am only what you see
And you're wanting more