Porcelain Skin

Step by step Leave three feet to the right Five must follow behind Caught within a perfect shape Walking in straight lines Straight, perfect circles The perfect order is outlined Three hollow cheers Exchanged without as much as a sound Five silent shouts fade away Perfect masks exchange Perfectly sterile words Perfectly peaceful herds One of the flock I'll hurt In imperfectly perfect murder One who believes, a firm and faithful shell One who restrains his emaciated inner self A hit or two might hurt the crust The porcelain image of a perfect man Another blow might set alight What sorry glow's still left inside A rigid puppet man, feeling perfectly well I swear to re-awake his perfect inner hell A hit or two might hurt the crust The porcelain image of a perfect man Another blow might set alight What sorry glow's still left inside At last he shines, I cheer Rejects what pain I offer him Infused by rage, so well-deserved Still I remain unable to hear When overwhelmed by humanity He addresses all despairingly His traitorous almighty And finally, punishment strikes down the man Who once wore a name, a shell, an artificial personality