One great man was silent Of his superiority He was openly flattered And hated silently Another spoke of his will to aspire To create beyond himself And the self-inflicted impotent man Felt spat at by all ambition The solitary pierced the skin of denial And the blood would colour the sky A futile display to thsoe whose heads Are always turned towards the ground Staring Into the mud Into the heart of emptiness Where they squirm Desperately Like wing-clipped flies And the whining parasite man To whom pity and gloating are the same This spinelss parody of man Will devour even himself in secrecy In secrecy Will you love me now -You, whose feeling of dignity Is a matter of subtraction? Will you love me -Now that I have revealed your un-nakedness? Will you love me now -You, whose perception of justice Equals your will to corrupt? Will you love me -When I cut through all the layers of your vanity? Will you love me now -You, who cling to a heart so fragile Even your gods must suffer for you? Could you love truth? Could you love truth Even in secrecy? And they gathered In their halls of justice Halls of mirrors Halls of echoes And they gathered In their houses of worship Within the walls of the unspoken Sheltered from the rain