You feel stupid Tired of losing Each game brings you misery Each situation appears Just to fool you You feel ill with awful nausea And a subtle hysteria That keeps you Paranoid and looking over your shoulder So cut all the little people off They`re just debris from giant blocks And you`re the strongman who keeps pounding with a hammer
They cut you down with razer tongues and gave you lashings from their songs You`re the strongman and all around you hear their laughter You`ve the strength of twenty men and spill the guts of most of them until you`re empty and ashamed and out of charisma you`ve a golden heart of stone and secret memories of passion that you hide from all the ugly people that despise you (Koski)