Two decades have seen us run our course

I apologize for what you've burdened on virgin eyes

The discrepancies, your fallacies

Surely hard to watch, it was hard to bear

Stones could have built columns to support me

But you chained them to my ankles instead

No atonement, no forced apologies

I'm no hero, owned by mythology

Before the clock started, you haunted me

You had so much time to grow

Despite half a century head start

I'm older than you'll ever be

Every myth tells of a hero

Coming to terms with his old man

This is not a hero tale

Wise man, old man

Instead, he tries to take away

What i know, what i need to thrive

My ideals by which i survive

A father passes to a son

All the knowledge he has gathered in his life

But all he's really spread is disease

And all the son bore was contempt