Picture of a Man

In the depths of dizziness I picked a fight with myself like a real roughneck
Screaming you don’t know who you’re dealing with I threw a hell of a punch but I couldn’t connect
At the edge of a shillouete, I caught a glimpse of a face I will never forget
Speaking future words of an idiot, I understood them at once but didn’t know what I meant
Be still, or break everything in half, find free will in the drawing of a bag
Kid what you want, was it everything you can, be still, you’re the picture of a man
(Oh man can you picture it, Picture of a man)
(Oh man can you picture it)
In the heat of an argument, I got tricked into saying that I knew how I felt
As if you give something a value just by naming it, I’d be a hell of a vendor if I knew I’d sell
And at the end of everything relevant, I slowly emptied my lungs and watched the light sunset
Burning everything natural and negative, I inhaled it all and didn’t know where I went
Be still, or break everything in half, find free will in the drawing of a bag
Kid what you want, was it everything you can, be still, you’re the picture of a man
You’re the picture of a man
You’re the picture of a man
(Oh man can you picture it, Picture of a man)
(Oh man can you picture it, picture of a man)
(Oooooh) X4