hero with a thousand faces Lyrics

Please don't call a spade a spade

The cards are dealt

The deck's been played

Your slight of hand

and empty promises

I am the rabbit pulled from your hat

Cut me down like a long forgotten tree

Broken at the elbow

The parts of me

You see through like paper

I'm not the one to write on

Forgotten purpose, forgotten charm

Will the hero wear my face as his mask

Tripping backwards his skull to bash

Wake and see the stars still shimmering

The missions forgotten

The ink has bled

Will the jester crawl into my skin

To hurl his jokes from the stage within

Will crowd laugh keep on crashing

At the death of the pen

Will the tailor wrap my shoes this year

Use my hands to make hands disappear

Will the teacher grip onto the the sword

With the pads of my fingers

I ask you Lord

While the weatherman preaches of august shivers

I dance in the snow shine to your song

The world will crumble on the lines of it's faults

Take my mouth

Make it say something pretty

Unearth my purpose from under the dust

Ashes to ashes the rest will rust

Impersonal smiles on the face of my city

Impersonal smiles on the face of my city