My Fellow Man Video (MV)

Now the road less traveled, that's a worn one
That sure does sort of feel like it's a shortcut
With that being said
I'd rather navigate a maze with a corn husk
Sadly, Sally went and saddled a horse
Now I was paddling oars stuck in gravel
I'm a matador that's grabbing the horns
I'm going backwards and forth on tours
Cause I'm more forlorn when the war's won
I mourn for what was torment
And tore up the corpses
And poured out the forties
For all that these unfortunate sons that were captured before us
Lord, give me mercy
When words don't work, I birthed my worst thoughts
The oratory talks with contorted forked tongues
That form a firm knot
Perform like it's normal
Ignore the fourth wall
With Warhol portraits in corridors
Halls and border doors locked
With fortified mortar to ward off the morning
Some say that happiness is a warm gun
But they don't have to visit the morgue, huh?
And they don't give support for the mortgage, of course not
Cause it ain't their kids standing at the border or forefront
It's a foregone conclusion, a sore spot
Born from the boredom, a sword swung
We hung on the corners, storefronts, and porches
Where some got tortured and drawn out and quartered
And there was no remorse or reports done
The stories got recorded, not word one
But I'm a tour de force, of torts of sorts
From courts with scoreboards galore
So I'm kinda like a raconteur for the hurt young
And when it's any port in the storm, I prefer none
I'm losing faith in my fellow man
What a wasted race, I am well aware
Waving with bell in hand, pages of telegrams
Yelling, trying to tell him that I'm losing faith in my fellow man
What a wasted race, I am well aware
Waving with bell in hand, pages of telegrams
Yelling, trying to tell him that I'm losing faith
I've learned some hard lessons and then some
Was armed with sharp weapons
I brought a lot of wreckage and harm
And it's all on the record
The scars are omnipresent
So yes, I'm on edge when I'm calm
I got my head in my palms again
My legs dangle off the ledge
Just as I ascend to the top and rest
And wept for the loss
And then stars descend
The reckoning starts and it's
Enter Armageddon, apocalypse
The devil's ever menacing, ominous
Malevolent narcissist
What if I just get in my car and left
Anonymous art that's kept
From all of his followers
The architect arsonist
Cause I never crossed a bridge
Without ever sparking wicks
Parked on the levee
I am set to embark and then
I steadily march in step
Follow the breadcrumbs
End up, caught in an eddy
And get spun like webbing
Then tossed on a jetty
I ain't getting too friendly with many
I don't throw confetti at weddings
Cause I done gone and buried a bevy already
My head is as heavy as lead
And I was misled by the heading
And every red herring
Instead, I went and read ahead
And by any stretch of pretending
It tends to be trending correctly
In the direction of depressing and ending as any
I'm losing faith in my fellow man
What a wasted race, I am well aware
Waving with bell in hand, pages of telegrams
Yelling, trying to tell him that I'm losing faith in my fellow man
What a wasted race, I am well aware
Waving with bell in hand, pages of telegrams
Yelling, trying to tell him that I'm losing faith
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence
Two roads diverged in a wood and I
Doubted if I should ever come back