To Make a Man
Lyrics by K. Sahagian
A seven-rayed penumbra round a glass
Melody and malady askew
Through a window pane
A bed of broken things and you
I think that I could stay a while and
Strip me bare, go take my gown
Bind my hands and rob my crown
There will never be a soul around
To ever make a man of me
String me up and Whip me bare
Shave me down go, cut my hair
You could rake me through the coals I swear
But you'll never make a man of me
Mercy to the dreams washed down by the streams
Carried by the currents to the sea
To whom I owe thanks for they've forced me to the banks
Where it's barren but my hands may run free
You could force me to the flame I'm a furnace
Parade me through the streets, I deserve it
Put your mantra on repeat and I'll learn it
But you'll never make a man of me
Mercy to the dreams washed down by the streams
Carried by the currents to the sea
To whom I owe thanks for they've forced me to the banks
Where it's barren but my hands may run free
Free
Strip me bare, go take my gown
Bind my hands and rob my crown
There will never be a soul around
To ever make a man of me