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