A Coward's Lament
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Well the dragons, they breed, skies overpopulated
And nobody notices patches have shaded
Grass and bricks that form castles that stand
As a false testament to the triumph of man
When did all of the heroes stop being selected?
And why can't they be accurately reflected?
They say the sword bows to the might of the pen
For the blade's wound is clean, while ink will bleed in
And I know I'm a coward I know I'm a slave
To the same fucking reasons you'll never be safe
By this unchosen hero, this futile attempt
I will fight for myself because no ones been sent
Is it heroes or heroin that we want most?
For the heroes are dead, all that's left are the ghosts
That sing when I'm sleeping, requiems relentless
To the notion that I may one day save the princess
But she isn't trapped, for the trapped one is me
Like a crow in a cage in this ugly body
I'm scorn of the fates, bound to be second best
But she's that organ that sings through my chest
And I know I'm a coward I know I'm a slave
To the same fucking reasons you'll never be safe
By this unchosen hero, this futile attempt
I will fight for myself because no ones been sent
When did all the heroes stop being selected?
Because I need one now, and I want him dissected
His heart made of gold, for mines heavily gilded
And a practical joke by the sick man that built it
Well tear off my skin to attract all the beasts
Said you wanted a hero, well you got the least
But I disregard life 'cause I don't give a damn
I know I'm not chosen, but I know what I am
Well I know I'm a coward I know I'm a slave
To the same fucking reasons you'll never be safe
By this unchosen hero, this futile attempt
Unimpressive, unclean, and foremost: unsent
Well I wanna be the chosen one
Instead of this weak bastard I know I've become
Riding the words of a wise, dying man
I know I'm not chosen, but I know what I am
Got these holes my hands, cause I've chosen to dance
With a breakable infant, who carries a lance
No ma'am I'm not your savior, just a passing glancer
No, I'm not your hero, I'm part of the cancer
That's fueling the banter of the homeless man
The end is approaching, so lie while you can
Our hero's a rogue, a rapscallion, a thief
While everyone waits for undeserved relief
And this force-field's a fortress, this force-field's a cage
This haven's a hydra, forever to slay
Boxes without boxes, and keys without locks
And this just doesn't work: paradoxical oxen
Surrounded by farce that you call belief
Where's my catharsis, and where's my relief?
I'm trapped between a hard place and two mirrors
The illusion ensuing makes my task so much clearer
And I know I'm a coward I know I'm a slave
To the same fucking reasons you'll never be safe
By this unchosen hero, this futile attempt
Unimpressive, unclean, and foremost: unsent