A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man : A Great Fire, Banked High and Red

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Look at you all, clutching your guitars As if it makes a difference to who you really are Does the picking of a string stop the ticking of the clock? When will this curtain fall? How did you carve that psalm? I'm sorry but your intellect is really not that sharp You're drowning so you plagiarize what you wish to become A stone masquerade so cold What's real about this story? What's real? Am I safe? am I safe to be alone? When all around are lost Consumed by my indifference and left to count the cost Of all the bleeding hearts who suffered you because you told them... You told them you were someone What's real about this story? What's real about this picture?