From the recording The Perfect Son



You never knew the man I used to be
Now i'm becoming something extraordinary
You never knew the dreams i held inside
Now i am nothing recognize

I'm becoming some special
I'm becoming rarefied
I'm becoming superstition
I'm becoming something shiny
I'm becoming fantastazied
I'm becoming exhibition

You never saw the face really had
It was an ugly thing hope gone bad
Now I am leaving all this dark behind
Now I am nowhere you will ever find

I'm becoming overwhelming
And I'm feeling skinned alive
I have gone beyond tradition
I'm becoming near extinction
And I’m floating off the ground
This transition terrifying

I'm becoming, i'm becoming