The Heroes Return [Part 2]

Jesus Christ, I might as well be dead
I can't see how dangerous it must feel to me

Training human cogs for the machine
Without some shell-shocked lunatic like me

Bombarding their still soft shells
With sticks and stones
That were lying around
In the pile of unspeakable feelings I'd found

When I turned back the stone
Turned over the stone
Of my own disappointment back home