The Monument of Humility

Stone cold agony as the mouth opens the fire cannot be stopped
Like ideas on the cutting board, I am ready to be chopped
The mind hemorrhages with pain and the eyes pop
This is your shame to carry and it must not be dropped
Lightning strikes within the grasp of death
Light it up and hold me down
Right me now and turn me around
I am the child and this is my first breath
Snap, Crackle and pop goes the broken bone
That's my glorified life falling like a stone
Rolling down the hill into the hands of a dream
Stalked by the master who is squeezing and hoping for a scream
Lightning strikes within the grasp of death
Light it up and hold me down
Right me now, and turn me around
I am the child and this is my first breath