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“Prophecy! Mastery!' God, my God, you died alone With no one at your side For I was no where to be found And my hands were unoccupied Except for polished stones I used to throw at your feet But I stopped a week ago And I fear the end of the spear As any ordinary man But I'll just let it slip away Slip through my sweaty hands I'm no servant, I'm a fool I'm no servant, I'm a fool You're no teacher you're a martyr You're no teacher you're a martyr Prophecy! Mastery! And balconies on penthouse buildings Are where we mark the change in our scripts Instead we laugh, we don't kiss And father, o father Will play his role so well He doesn't need a second actor Just a second liver Sweet relief floods from your frozen hands When the fire blazes veins And brings the rising tide on in On in to play And deviations Are welcomed only in small bursts We don't need a rebellion Or a teenage hearse From the skies your eyes are the same From the skies your eyes are the same I'm no servant, I'm a fool I'm no servant, I'm a fool You're no teacher you're a martyr You're no teacher you're a martyr And you played the game so well Some may mistake you for a pro But I know you're just an amateur An amateur with amateur goals I'll hurl stones and the innocent If they're not already broken They deserve the punishment It's me, not for them And I'll fool everyone but you A critic worthy of truth If you want it it's yours If you pry it from closed hands And I'll crack open my Bible If I get the time And skim crusty pages For answers I can't find in my sin From the skies your eyes are the same From the skies your eyes are the same I'm no servant, I'm a fool I'm no servant, I'm a fool You're no teacher you're a martyr You're no teacher you're a martyr Prophecy! Mastery! |