Once you have believed you are the Messiah
There is nowhere else to go but down.

I've been handcuffed to enough hospital
Bed rails, to know this much is likely true.

George Washington died taking his own pulse.
"Tis' well," he said, before shutting his own eyes.

Tolstoy left his life to follow Jesus, and died at
The train station, chased by and chasing ghosts.

Jesus died an artist, nailed to his canvas, hung
In the thirsty sun to cast a shadow on the world.

Imagine the lunatic pride to believe your own pain
Could pay every debt that ever was or would be.

Remember the genius of an artist with the talent
To see history, end it, and set the future ablaze.