Now meet your maker or make your mark…
So let me collect your soul, let me collect your heart
Help me round up your all your qualities, why don't you show me your art?
I'll show you how great you really are, all the best parts of your self
I'll make you think I'm a true star, but then you'll be kept on the shelf
How cruel a world where such kindness, coupled with gullible blindness
Used as effective a weapon…as heaven's Christ-like paradise is
The carrot on stick for the climb, can lull even the bravest and finest
And though many of us feel brightened, how much hope is there for the gas-lighted?