Does it make you feel any better,
being like all other hammers, distinguished with nothing special?
I hate all the lies we swallow,
I don't trust the leaders we follow, in the mire we wallow.
I feed my rage and distrust
I am a man now on a stepping stone,
breathing deeper, trying to live on my own.
On my stepping stone,
my weakness is my strength,
my virtues neutralize the poisons in my head.
I was standing in the corner with my eyes shut in fear,
there was darkness all around me I had spiders in my ears.
It was that way not because there was nobody to rely
on, there was evil fascination in me I could not defy.
Is it hell or heaven if I touch you with a
hand or a hammer on my way to something better.
Tell me, who do you trust?
Is it hell or heaven if I touch you with a
hand or a hammer, if you feel my 'now or never'.
Tell me, who do you trust?
Now I'm trying to make up for the time that I had lost
when I was feeding my projections with my rage and distrust.
And I'll be on my way if you need me,
I'll be on my stepping stone and if I touched you
with a hand or a hammer touch me the same way so!!!
Does it make you feel any better if you stay tough like a hammer?
Make a change now or never.
Tell me who do you trust.
I've been a man who dared not see if I
tilted at windmills or they tilted at me.
I've been a man on a stepping stone
as long as my fool's paradise was gone!
Can you believe in heaven?
Are you still tough like a hammer?
Does it make you feel any better?
Ignorance is your heaven and you stick there dumb like a hammer.
Make your changes now or never.
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