Skin Of A Drum Lyrics - Singles - Saul Williams

And I can't become my father 

When it's all been said and done 

His completions won't complete me 

I've divided me by one 

I'm the answer to his riddle 

I'm the caution of his wind 

I'm the spoon wedged between tongue and teeth 

Beneath his trembling grin 

And I dare add my revision 

For I dare not suffer twice 

And I dare not reinvent the past 

And I dare not be the Christ 

And I welcome any sufferer 

And I welcome any Saul 

Sitting in this room, on wooden bench 

Waiting for Joi to call 

And I suffer here alone, Lord 

Perturbed by my every thought 

How I've tried to strip them to the bone 

I've struggled and I've fought 

Every jealous warped intention 

Smuggled, sewn into genes 

Every hidden mongrel tendency 

Exploiting me in me 

Each time I put them under 

But still they wanna test me 

I cry out through the thunder 

You storm right past me 

I search and I ponder 

I question and wonder 

I roar and I thunder 

Please let me in 

I've been waiting here 

For what now seems the better of an hour 

I've raised every crippled question 

From the dead and given power 

To the absence of my sanity 

The presence of a fear 

That lies in between forgotten dreams 

That pile up every year 

Up above the highest testaments 

Down below the wooden floor 

There's a gutted room, pitch black at noon 

Beneath a hidden door 

Deep within you'll find 

The attributes of every sunken man 

Who must bang his head against the dead 

Each day he tries to stand 

And he's standing pressed against 

The very woman that he loves 

Kissing eyes and lips, embracing hips 

Surrendering to her touch 

And just at the very moment 

That he touches heart to heart 

She pulls from his touch 

'Cause it's too much to mend what's torn apart 

Each time I put them under 

But still they wanna test me 

I cry out through the thunder 

You storm right past me 

I search and I ponder 

I question and wonder 

I roar and I thunder 

Please let me in 

It's so hard to be the man I would be 

If hatred and fear no longer appeared 

I swear I've become the skin of a drum 

The heart of a man, divided I stand