Man of Stone

Wearing the name on my body
Painting the faith on my soul
Baring my teeth just to hold on
Practice the art of control
Emblems of cavemen they taught me
The importance of typing in bold
The weight of a simple depiction
As the days unfold
As the hour grows
As the hour grows
I know that I can keep the voice of doubt from speaking on its own
'Cause I’ve always been a silent figure
And I’ve never been a man of stone
I sure don’t have eyes like an eagle’s
I couldn’t be waiting for war
Why should I think that I’d have survived
In the days of yore
But the gifts of the Greeks oh they taught me
Radio favors the bold
The key to survival is pleasing your rivals
Till the days unfold
As the hour grows
As the hour grows
I know that I can keep the voice of doubt from speaking on its own
'Cause I’ve always been a silent figure
And I’ve never been a man of stone
Yeah the fevers of Wallace they taught me
That wisdom began with a cold
So let me grow feeble and fragile
As the days unfold