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)