George Reece performs

BATTERING RAM
 
It's useless to say I want it that way, 
Cause nothing comes quite as you plan. 
You're better off dead than renting your head 
To the first alpha test that you ran. 

And doubtless you've shown me a million times, 
But I still don't believe who you are. 
I doubt if you know any more than I know of myself. 
But how do you argue away the things that you say 
When you hide half your face from me? 
When all that I am, 
You hit like a battering ram. 

I'm helpless today in marginal ways, 
I'm watching myself from outside. 
I'm trying to see beyond the 'real me' 
To the unreal me that I hide. 

I thought I had plans but I guess that I don't, 
Or at least I don't know what they are, 
And that's the best plan that I've heard in a number of years. 
But when it comes to the end, to call you a friend, 
Or anything more transigent, 
Is privilege one, all others undone. 
I can build a new shell from my dust. 
When all that I am, 
You hit like a battering ram. 

I only wanted to be something real, 
From the bottom of my brainstem. 
I only wanted to be something real, 
In the palm of your hand, on the sole of your shoe, 
Or inside your big red heart. 
I only wanted to be something real, 
To someone real.