Retracing my steps In hopes to find Some trace of me that may be somewhere left behind There's a fear, there's a point, there is a problem What if what I find won't solve them? And I wonder why I have no motivation I guess I just answered my own question I'm not the golden boy so don't shine me on I'm the ba*tard son of romantic Babylon With veins that are all fashioned out of copper A past design not destined to be conquered But like anything There is a flaw Inscripted deep That may explain Everything