I'm the man of a thousand faces,
a little piece of me in every part I take.
I hope to tape for a thousand graces,
a different point of view in every speech I make.
Cut me a piece of my devided soul.
Cry me a river, call it rock'n roll.
Give me an attitude and watch me make it lie.
Pass me a microphone, I need to testify.
Will I speak to machines with the voice of humanity,
speak to the wise with the voice of insanity,
speak to the present in the past and the future tense,
I'll speak to a slave with the voice of obedience.