I set myself up
on a tower of reproach
my anger at a lifetime
of flying coach
these aspirations
I can't justify
this meaty beam
all up in my eye
So I lack humility
a sense of scale
So I'm not a stoic
yet I lack the will to wail
hell if you could hold a prince up
on that pretty hair
you'd think a smart boy
could let himself down from there
(Tower of Reproach: 2)
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