Picture Of A Man

In the depths of dizziness

I picked a fight with myself like a real roughneck

Screaming, "You don't know who you're dealing with"

I threw a hell of a punch but I couldn't connect

At the edge of a silhouette

I caught a glimpse of a face I will never forget

Speaking future words of an idiot

I understood them at once but didn't know what I meant

Be still or break everything in half

Find free will in a drawing of a bath

Kill what you want, was it everything you can

Be still, you're the picture of a man

(Oh man, can you picture it? The picture of a man)

(Oh man, can you picture it?)

In the heat of an argument

I got tricked into saying that I knew how I felt

As if you give something a value just by naming it

I'd be a hell of a vendor if I knew what I'd sell

And at the end of everything relevant

I slowly emptied my lungs and watched the light sunset

Burning everything natural and decadent

I inhaled it all and didn't know where I went

Be still or break everything in half

Find free will in a drawing of a bath

Kill what you want, was it everything you can

Be still, you're the picture of a man

You're the picture of a man

You're the picture of a man

(Oh man, can you picture it? Picture of a man)

(Oh man, can you picture it? Picture of a man)