Without hesitation Without fear of false remorse ringing in my brain I could celebrate myself
I've had inspiration But the world inside has been tethered and restrained And left waiting on a shelf
I spoke for thousands Without their knowing But never once from within I found it easy to make a showing But found it harder to really show what lies below the skin
Every second of every hour We feed the lion or be devoured All around us and getting louder The call to fall from the ivory tower
All that vented anger All those year of painting pictures in the sand Till the tide came in so cold
And the songs we sang her Were the words of someone cutting off his hand So that no one might take hold
The endless babble of observation Only deflected the stares Of someone trying to find sensation In someone set to explore this mind before he's asked to share
Every second of every hour We feed the lion or be devoured All around us and getting louder The call to fall from the ivory tower Every second of every hour We feed the lion or be devoured All around us and getting louder The call to fall from the ivory tower