Black asphalt carpet stroke my feet Internal rhythm cracks the beat Liquid refreshment indiscreet Poetic license so concrete On the way towards the light Blind ambition blurs my sight Hand which guides me through the night Has left me alone Sitting pretty on my chair My two-way mirror shields the glare Narcissus bows in useless prayer This franchised ego needs repair Image maker come to me Makes me things that I should be I am only what you see And you're wanting more So check the odds and place your bet Let's have some quiet on this set Some standard movie silhouette I'll hatch another image yet On the way towards the light Blind ambition blurs my sight Hand which guides me through the night Has left me alone Image maker come to me Makes me things that I should be I am only what you see And you're wanting more