I can only feel and think in the language of

Cliches otheres have concocted for you

Prefabricated pre-conception

Worn like the walls around you

All around you

How good to walk-with the caprice of God

How good to talk-with the caprice of God

Build your ivory tower

So you can scratch the sky

How could I forget that, you're not finished yet and that

All that you have done, still adding up the sum

This totem has some use, the total of abuse

Real life is never used as truth

Angry artillery on your tongue

Bows and arrows highly strung

Same shadow I can see right through

Whenever I picture you

How good to walk-with the caprice of God

How good to talk-with the caprice of God

An ordinary human-an ordinary mortal, and ordinary model

Build your ivory tower-so you can touch the sky

Don't hide inside the sentiment

The real test is never finished yet

Face up, collect the interest

Of all the idiots you should detest

How good to walk-with the caprice of God

How good to talk-with the caprice of God

An ordinary human-an ordinary mortal-

An ordinary model