Thumos

You think I’m just a pause
In your spoken word
A momentary lapse
In all the things you’ve heard.
Just another chapter in
Your never-ending story.
Another blurred face
To your allegory.
You think I’ll fade away
Another broken soul.
Pen the story, close the book
That’s all you’ve ever known.
Just a marker on the road
That leads to tomorrow.
A soldier with broken fists
Who’s next to follow?

Well,
I’m not a milestone, I’m a scar.
The climax and denouement.
A poor man maybe but a czar.
A man who holds his fist to heart.
I have no wars to defend.
I have no debts to rescind.
I’ll end your history
I’ll end your history
I’ll end your history with me.

I may not have a cause
Not to give up the fight.
But I will remain
The page you’ll never write.
Emotionally stalled
A vagabond of spite.
You sold us all the lie
Of our human rights.
You think to bury me
In worthlessness and need.
A charlatan, an accident
The epiphany of fiend.
An empty exclamation
To bind your second spine.
Your family tradition
That I cannot deny.

Well,
I’m not a milestone, I’m a scar.
The climax and denouement.
A poor man maybe but a czar.
A man who holds his fist to heart.
I have no wars to defend.
I have no debts to rescind.
I’ll end your history
I’ll end your history
I’ll end your history with me.

Tell me I’m nothing, god,
Say I shouldn’t even try.
Give me one more reason to
Show you why I,

I’m not a milestone, I’m a scar.
The climax and denouement.
A poor man maybe but a czar.
A man who holds his fist to heart.
I have no wars to defend.
I have no debts to rescind.
I’ll end your history
I’ll end your history
I’ll end your history with me.