[Moss]



What A Big Man You Are

Could Fight A War With Just Your Face

Take It On The Chin And Leave Me Open-jawed.



What Big Words You've Got,

Reciting Lines You've Heard On Film,

Could Write A Script With Just Your Lust For Respect.



Rip Off This Face, It Can't Persist,

Like Shadows In The Rain, Undefined Lines,

A Symphony Muted And Greying.

You're Not Real, And Neither Are Your Goals