Know Me

I love an object, singular thing

Carried beside me and flaunted for me

Well I know I'm not holy, just partially good

No time for my family, patience to brood

I want to be a great man

A hero, a martyr, immortal I'd stand

Well I haven't the guts to touch lepers or queers

So I'm happy to waste away time with you here

Should I have believed I was still a boy

Naive and sane, protected wholly

Tongue-tied and restless

Breathing of futures

Know me; I am not a child

Though you have age

You have not felt the pain...

Should I have remained obedient and docile

So far restrained

The hands that hold me back

Could break my bones

As each one snaps

I hate my home

Far on my way

I should know, I was born here

Know me

Am I just some fool? am I far from ready?

Just let me fall and Ill believe you

Chained up and pampered I strain until I crack

Know me before you kill what I want to be

And leave me cold

Bled white

And feeling old

Far on my way

I should know, I was born here

Know me--know all I am

Far on my way

I was cold then I exploded

Know me

Know me...