To he that needs to show the world that he is a bigger man than he, Within himself, believes him to be: Status is the question to which there'll never be an answer Without the puffing out of someone's breastbone. Contrast and comparison can leave you like you're only friend, Alone a long way from a glowing lantern. Can we move from this place, Turn from the faces on green linen? Can we move from this place, The race to prove our alter ego's winning? Down into the silo of the human heart you must go, If you finally want to breathe the breath of human virtue. Missiles made of missing love are twitching there but you won't scare. You Know what soars above and it won't hurt you. Can we move from this place, Turn from the faces on green linen? Can we move from this place, The race to prove our alter ego's winning?