And I can't become my fathernWhen it's all been said and donenHis completions won't complete menI've divided me by onennI'm the answer to his riddlenI'm the caution of his windnI'm the spoon wedged between tongue and teethnBeneath his trembling grinnnAnd I dare add my revisionnFor I dare not suffer twicenAnd I dare not reinvent the pastnAnd I dare not be the ChristnnAnd I welcome any sufferernAnd I welcome any SaulnSitting in this room, on wooden benchnWaiting for Joi to callnnAnd I suffer here alone, LordnPerturbed by my every thoughtnHow I've tried to strip them to the bonenI've struggled and I've foughtnnEvery jealous warped intentionnSmuggled, sewn into genesnEvery hidden mongrel tendencynExploiting me in mennEach time I put them undernBut still they wanna test menI cry out through the thundernYou storm right past mennI search and I pondernI question and wondernI roar and I thundernPlease let me innnI've been waiting herenFor what now seems the better of an hournI've raised every crippled questionnFrom the dead and given powernnTo the absence of my sanitynThe presence of a fearnThat lies in between forgotten dreamsnThat pile up every yearnnUp above the highest testamentsnDown below the wooden floornThere's a gutted room, pitch black at noonnBeneath a hidden doornnDeep within you'll findnThe attributes of every sunken mannWho must bang his head against the deadnEach day he tries to standnnAnd he's standing pressed againstnThe very woman that he lovesnKissing eyes and lips, embracing hipsnSurrendering to her touchnnAnd just at the very momentnThat he touches heart to heartnShe pulls from his touchn'Cause it's too much to mend what's torn apartnnEach time I put them undernBut still they wanna test menI cry out through the thundernYou storm right past mennI search and I pondernI question and wondernI roar and I thundernPlease let me innnIt's so hard to be the man I would benIf hatred and fear no longer appearednI swear I've become the skin of a drumnThe heart of a man, divided I stand