The starters pistol fires
   your game is afoot
   and the clones cheer you on
   you radiate intimidation
   Don't you think she
   can sense your eye's pierce
   to the flesh or
   does your ego block
   You paint a pretty picture
   of yourself to her
   an abstract portrait
   regardless of the truth
   Don't you think she
   can sense your eye's pierce
   to the flesh or
   does your ego block out
   the emotions of another
   You'll eat her existence
   a slave to your game
   Another's pain, fear's
   it's spelled out in her eyes
   when will
   the child's ego let go
   for the sake of being loved