To Make a Man Lyrics

A seven-rayed penumbra round a glass

Melody and malady askew

Through a window pane

A bed of broken things and you

I think that I could stay a while and

Strip me bare

Go take my gown

Bind my hands and

Rob my crown

There will never be a soul around

To ever make a man of me

String me up and

Whip me bare

Shave me down go

Cut my hair

You could rake me

Through the coals I swear

But you'll never make a man of me

Mercy to the dreams

Washed down by the streams

Carried by the currents

To the sea

To whom I owe thanks

For they've forced me to the banks

Where it's barren

But my hands may run free

You could force me to the flame

I'm a furnace

Parade me through the streets

I deserve it

Put your mantra on repeat

And I'll learn it

But you'll never make a man of me

Mercy to the dreams

Washed down by the streams

Carried by the currents

To the sea

To whom I owe thanks

For they've forced me to the banks

Where it's barren

But my hands may run free

Free

Strip me bare go

Take my gown

Bind my hands and

Rob my crown

There may never be

A soul around

To ever

Make a man

Of me