| If you could see |
| through my eyes |
| the things I’ve done |
| throughout my life |
| but you keep trying to be like me |
| you’re a cheap imitation |
| get off that trip |
| take your place now |
| where were you on the first day? |
| You know deep inside |
| that you would be worthless on your own |
| I am the teacher |
| you learn from me |
| come now, son |
| this is your final lesson |
| where were you on day one? |
| I Never saw your face on day one |
| remember where you came from? |
| It is easy to forget |
| were you there on day one? |
| I Never saw your face on day one |
| leaving you behind son |
| your mask is off forever |
| throughout the years |
| I learned to ignore your kind more |
| you seem to open up hostilities |
| you opened up |
| you opened up life’s fucking door to hate |
| it’s useless trying to be like me |
| fall to the possibilities |
| that the single minded find |
| erupt from beneath this obedience |
| somehow appease that swallow, subordinate mind |
| what really makes you think? |
| That your face is fooling anyone of us |
| what really makes you think? |
| That your life, constructed on a lie |
| to be a shallow, spineless waste |
| spineless |
| I am the teacher |
| you learn from me |
| come now son |
| this is your final lesson |
| I am your great mentor |
| the reason why you breathe |
| I am your only true inspiration |