so many eyes set on the path to glory
too many ties friendship is for the lonely
can’t still my heart my tongue has tasted folly
thirsty for art hungry for power and money

then there is young [bad word] with style
tells me the [bad word] but he’s wrought with denial
and old man living with pride
tells me i’m wrong but i’m doing it right
and there is poor man just getting by
tells me to live at the edge of a knife
and rich man living inside
only his wealth at the end of his life

too many nights sleepless in desperation
pursuit of god pursuit of vindication
i’d kill for love i’d kill for greater glory
i’d fight the world i’d live to tell the story