There’s no control

When your story has been told

Before you’re even born

Into a life of scorn

I feel alone

Like a sun that never shone

The quicksand of time

Were my actions ever mine?
If fate is shaped

By the sphere of time and space

Then how could I right my wrongs

With all those movies, books and songs?

It’s like a stacked deck

And now I’m hanging by my neck

Convicted by a court of jesters

Who were entertaining my ancestors
I guess that’s my fatal flaw

I don’t know why these are the cards I’ve drawn

But I do know

That I’m not ending my show

I am the defiant middle finger

And the all mocking tongue

I’m like a sold out concert

That hasn’t even begun

So while you gather round your burning man

And write your stand up in comic sans

I’ll be here wasting time

Writing rhymes

And playing E G B C B in 5/4 for the beat

I may not be living on easy street

But that was never my story

Just something to distract you from the story within the story

The solution of the allegory

The reason that I’m unwittingly thrown up on stage

And while this is a cautionary tale of rage

Fret with the dangers of time travel

All I have to say

Is that I have a Fateal Flaw