[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.
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