The Hero's Return (Pt. 2)

Jesus Christ, I might as well be dead
I can't see how dangerous
It must feel to me
Training human cogs for the machine
Without some shell-shocked lunatic like me

Bombarding their still soft shells

With sticks and stones
That were lying around
In the pile of unspeakable feelings I'd found

When I turned back the stone
Turned over the stone
Of my own disappointment back home