Know Me

I love an object, singular thing Carried beside me and flaunted for me Well I know I'm not holy, just partially good No time for my family, patience to brood I want to be a great man A hero, a martyr, immortal I'd stand Well I haven't the guts to touch lepers or queers So I'm happy to waste away time with you here Should I have believed I was still a boy Naive and sane, protected wholly Tongue-tied and restless Breathing of futures Know me; I am not a child Though you have age You have not felt the pain... Should I have remained obedient and docile So far restrained The hands that hold me back Could break my bones As each one snaps I hate my home Far on my way I should know, I was born here Know me Am I just some fool? am I far from ready? Just let me fall and Ill believe you Chained up and pampered I strain until I crack Know me before you kill what I want to be And leave me cold Bled white And feeling old Far on my way I should know, I was born here Know me--know all I am Far on my way I was cold then I exploded Know me Know me...