If i could get you into a frame. If i could figure you out. How truly would i really be. If my image of you was complete. I've been trying to fill the void. To reach out and touch your face. But i molded you after my taste. And created another cliche. With a human concept of what is fitting. I cannot get you into my frame. Now i see but a poor reflection. Then i'll see face to face. Kill all my idols till thy kingdom come. Kill all my idols and come quickly come