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Nothing more, nothing less |
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An icon on the wall, decoration and duress |
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That which many strive to be |
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It's the marble statue staring over me |
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And nobody has the will to tear it down |
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It determines wrong and right |
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But to me it's just a stereotype |
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And it makes us lose our sight |
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The portrait of authority |
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You tell me that's what I'm supposed to be |
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Another time, another man |
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An oppressive intrusion, a plague across his land |
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And it haunts him every day |
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It tells him that he has no chance, his hopes just fade away |
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And he lives his life prepared to tear it down |
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But he can't muster the support |
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And to him it's just a stereotype |
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Of his life long fight |
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The portrait of authority |
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It embodies what he cannot be |
