Temperance is fine, but miscommunication Can't see the truth, can't feel what's inside Man's physical and mental And everything we're doing, we're still copying Intimacy, the veil of human fear Fragile soul, embracing the grip of the one In his mind, not knowing what's up next In his mind, not knowing what's up next A man's consciousness is all that matters Master and son, the rebel inside A man's consciousness is all that matters Master and son, the rebel inside A man's consciousness is all that matters Intimacy, the veil of human fear Fragile soul, embracing the grip of the one In his mind, not knowing what's up next A man's consciousness is all that matters Master and son, the rebel inside A man's consciousness is all that matters Master and son, the rebel inside Yes Mother, the pain and the world in a part Carrying, to the ebb and flow Of what the world is a part You see, I am a soldier Movin' the world in a part To ebb Ebb