| And I can’t become my father when it’s all been said and done
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| His completions won’t complete me
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| I’ve divided me by one, I’m the answer to his riddle
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| I’m the caution of his wind
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| I’m the spoon wedged between tongue and teeth beneath his trembling grin
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| And I dare add my revision for I dare not suffer twice and I dare not reinvent
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| the past
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| And I dare not be the Christ and I welcome any sufferer
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| And I welcome any Saul
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| Sitting in this room, on wooden bench, waiting for Joi to call
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| And I suffer here alone, Lord
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| Perturbed by my every thought
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| How I’ve tried to strip them to the bone I’ve struggled and I’ve fought
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| Every jealous warped intention, smuggled, sewn into genes
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| Every hidden mongrel tendency exploiting me in me
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| Each time I put them under but still they wanna test me
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| I cry out through the thunder.
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| You storm right past me.
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| I search and I ponder.
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| I question and wonder… I roar and I thunder, please, let me in
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| I’ve been waiting here for what now seems the better of an hour
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| I’ve raised every crippled question from the dead and given power to the
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| absence of my sanity
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| The presence of a fear that lies in between forgotten dreams that pile up every
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| year
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| Up above the highest testaments, down below the wooden floor
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| There’s a gutted room, pitch black at noon, beneath a hidden door
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| Deep within, you’ll find the attributes of every sunken man
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| Who must bang his head against the dead each day he tries to stand
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| And he’s standing pressed against the very woman that he loves
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| Kissing eyes and lips, embracing hips, surrendering to her touch
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| And just at the very moment that he touches heart to heart
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| She pulls from his touch, cause it’s too much to mend what’s torn apart
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| Each time I put them under but still they wanna test me
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| I cry out through the thunder.
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| You storm right past me.
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| I search and I ponder
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| I question and wonder… I roar and I thunder, please, let me in
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| It’s so hard to be the man I would be if hatred and fear no longer appeared
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| I swear I’ve become the skin of a drum, the heart of a man, divided I stand |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Skin of a Drum , by - Saul Williams. Song from the album The Inevitable Rise and Liberation Of Niggy Tardust, in the genre Иностранный рок