Was it a huntsman or a player That made you pay the cost That now assumes relaxed positions And prostitutes your loss Were you tortured by your own thirst In those pleasures that you seek That made you Tom the Curious That makes you James the Weak And you claim you got something going Something you call unique But I've seen your self-pity showing As the tears roll down your cheeks Soon you know I'll leave you And I'll never look behind Cause I was born for the purpose That crucifies your mind So con-convince your mirror As you've always done before Giving substance to shadows Giving substance evermore And you assume you've got something to offer Secret, shiny, and new But how much of you is repetition That you didn't whisper to him to