I'm not Pygmalion, hooked by failure   Ruled as a juvenile, aged as an infantile   Subject to the ladder      Ruined by affection, excepted by exception   Predicted on a graph, cornered by ritual   Diminished by impression, cried out in the lesson   Subject to the ladder, subject to the ladder      My thoughts are coming through   Emptiness follows too   A cyclone full of feeling   The silence of the room      Defended by defendants, corrected by the pain   Inspected by a sadness, exhausted by a game   Subject to the ladder, subject to the ladder      My thoughts are coming through   Emptiness follows too   A cyclone full of feeling   The silence of the room      A picture turning over, jewel in the water   Where Eco saw reflection, not what it taught her   Invaded by the quarrels and I denied the lathe   Let me chop down the laurel, a goal I won't escape      I'm bullied by deception but when the whistle came   Esteem had broke infection, my torment fraught with shame   Subject to the ladder, subject to the ladder      My thoughts are coming through   Emptiness follows too   A cyclone full of feeling   The silence of the room      Subject to the ladder