There is no such thing as the perfect writer
Nor a perfect fighter
I take my lighter
and pull a all-nighter

I pulled it in tighter
and became the igniter
I have to shine brighter
I push paste on my copywriter

Add one to wiser
then decipher
look in the nerve fibre
find the survivor  
While remaining the conscious driver
You're name is Ivor

The army warrior
The last destroyer
I couldn't be sorrier
For my constructive barrier