What does all of this mean 
Because I cannot feel a thing 
Just when I think it's okay 
You throw a wrench in my machine 
It's as if I have a lamp 
And all the bulbs are burnt out 
I try to find a few more 
But you got 'em all behind locked doors 
There's a dead cat in the box 
On the ground beside me 
Is this a metaphor of my flesh 
In this house if ill repute 
Or is it just a dead cat in a box 
On the ground beside me 
With no meaning at all 
In a world that has no meaning 
Durer and Schagall don't give no altar call 
So why you setting me up 
So I can take a fall like the A-Team 
And B.A. Baracuss 
Who likes to cause a ruckus 
Just like me and my boys in Travail 
You know we're on a war path 
We'll drown you in a blood bath 
And you know we'll grip you fast 
Some of you will hate me because of this poem 
Even though my struggles you just don't know 'em 
Your judgementalism tilling me who I am 
I'm sorry my friend I'm only just a man 
I could be fake and force you through a door 
I could be face and be a corporate whore 
Or I could be real and make you think twice about 
What it means to follow Jesus Christ 
I'm still trying to figure you out 
Sometimes you don't carry a lot of clout 
But then you show me your true self 
And see how pitiful I am