wearing the name on my body painting the faith on my soul baring my teeth just to hold on practice the art of control emblems of cavemen they taught me the importance of typing in bold the weight of a simple depiction as the days unfold as the hour grows as the hour grows i know that i can keep the voice of doubt from speaking on its own cause i ve always been a silent figure and i ve never been a man of stone i sure don t have eyes like an eagle s i couldn t be waiting for war why should i think that i d have survived in the days of yore but the gifts of the greeks oh they taught me radio favors the bold the key to survival is pleasing your rivals till the days unfold till the hour grows till the hour grows i know that i can keep the voice of doubt from speaking on its own cause i ve always been a silent figure and i ve never been a man of stone  yeah the fevers of wallace they taught me that wisdom began with a cold so let me grow feeble and fragile as the days unfold