I see the shape of whatever was made 
And reason shows us of what we became 
These are the memories one must recall 
When building stones into the strongest wall 
The lesser man will make his way apart 
While the greater one is the work of art 
We all admire the laughter and fame 
The definite gravity of the name 
There are reflections of him 
While they fight for the throne 
They’ll never have the presence 
For the man made of stone 
The steady hand that became the teacher 
A student leaning in on the keeper 
We have seen the master bending our thoughts 
But nothing close to the feelings he taught 
They will swell their prospects and show their pride 
But the ones not like him are those denied 
The war that our world presents to us all 
Gave the man of stone, all things great and small 
There are reflections of him 
While they fight for the throne 
They’ll never have the presence 
For the man made of stone 
All the new world decisions 
Still the choices never change 
In keeping everyone safe 
The thoughts must be rearranged 
If we seek so shall we find 
Strength that molds one man from two 
Lessons given, lessons learned 
Everything is owed to you 
There are reflections of him 
While they fight for the throne 
They’ll never have the presence 
For the man made of stone1. Chaser
We are still in the moment of doubt 
The sweet taste will devour you whole 
There’s nothing quite like this confusion 
Always craving the loss of control 
There is so much of nothing to say 
And easy to think someone’s listening 
Sometimes wishing we never wake up 
Knowing the thirst is never changing 
The devil’s drug is the one we take 
Followed by the chaser 
We’re all consumed by the black label 
To turn the shape-shifter 
Pick the poison that drinks you in… 
We must stop seeing what isn’t there 
A vision cast between the middle 
A world that’s hidden behind the mask 
Wearing another endless struggle 
The devil’s drug is the one we take 
Followed by the chaser 
We’re all consumed by the black label 
To turn the shape-shifter