His skin made of marble
Concealing his filth
His heart made of stone
Forged in a kiln
The face of Narcissus
The body of Zeus
In a gallery of sorrow
Of the one he abused
Why is he so perfect though he cares about no one
He's a sculpture of beauty, unforgiving as the sun
Why do they all love him though he's so cruel
He's a sculpture of beauty, but no one accepts the truth
Admired by all
Hated by one
A mystery to all
Except for one
A man of many faces
Even rivaling Janus
Nobody seems to notice
He's composed of hate
No justice in sight
For the one he did wrong
Nobody seems to care
He hurt them for so long
Servants to his left
Admirers to his right
But what he doesn't see
Is a knife right behind him
He'll shatter one day
His structure's growing weak
Only time will tell
When people notice the seams
Why do we judge by outer beauty
When we could judge by one's true being
Molded by selfishness
Solidified by greed
I'm not being hateful
This is what he wanted to be
Why is he so perfect though he cares about no one
He's a sculpture of beauty, unforgiving as the sun
Why do they all love him if he's so cruel
He's a sculpture of beauty, but no one accepts the truth
Why is he so perfect though he cares about no one
He's a sculpture of beauty, unforgiving as the sun
Why do they all love him if he's so cruel
He's a sculpture of beauty, but no one accepts the truth
Why is he so perfect though he cares about no one
He's a sculpture of beauty, unforgiving as the sun