So tell me what you see Do you see anguish or see ecstasy? It's worrying, what you might find of me without the poetry To save my face, to save my skin It's so delicate, ah Ripped limb from limb Turned from soil into stone No more shall I be held in this prison of song Sewn from void to form This mask at old home It is infinite, it is destiny's fool A fool am I A fool have I been ♪ So tell me what you see Do you see a pilgrim or a human being? Or just another dancing monkey Whose songs you want to sing? So tell me what you think What you think my reasoning to be As to why my ego runs so unrestrained And rampant in my verse for all to see Oh, what have I to gain? I've grown so tired of these games My humanity, I'll reclaim in the end If I just let it be So tell me what you'd feel if I reclaimed my being Would you feel joy or feel pain if this were all to cease? Just as easily, this story could be you or me We all travel universally in poetry and art Born from our fears and from our mystery Oh, what have I to gain from writing of my pain When just as well I could write from happiness? Oh, what have I to gain, when here I am again Pouring my shadow into song? It's been all too fucking long Since I wrote for simplicity's sake So tell me what you feel, my friend Tell me how you ache Tell me all the same what you think this could mean But know it's going to end A fool am I A fool have I been No more, no more