Many know my story, many sing praises
But for the uninitiated, I must proclaim,
Proclaim my history, my evolution
Shedding surfer paint as I crowed
And you will see who is afraid,
Afraid of the big black bat.
Outsiders on the beach summoned him
A hero who no longer held his values
Helplessly I had watched friends suffer
As red and gold turned to black and white
Foes became friends, loyalty to doubt
Whose side was I really on?
Valuable lesson learned about certainty
The only thing that is certain
Is that nothing is certain
If it was all to change, then I must
Engulf me in shadow, hide me in rafters
Let me out at show time.
When a man’s heart is full of deceit,
It shrivels up and it dies
And dark shadows take hold
From ashes of greatness comes a curse
Wrongs in need of writing
Only then I descend.
Look as you might to the skies,
In need of a vindicator,
Someone to strike fear
Onto hearts black and white
For it was that which created me
Good’s fight against evil had begun.
And so, I fought, through games of war
Fought in struggles of greed and of sin
As many around me had sold out their souls
Until this place I loved was consumed by evil
The clear had shifted to fog and blight
Only then did my sight turn red.
They say if you can’t beat ‘em, then join ‘em,
This choice was made, I signed with crimson
Joining with the bad boys of wrestling
Just some competition in the war destination
And if you turned your back on the wolfpack
You’d find yourself bound in a body bag.
These efforts were not enough,
But I found myself in Destination X,
Where I sacrificed my essence in a genesis
Inside this six-sided ring I peered,
And I saw, saw the Abyss
And he looked back at me.
Battled in empty venues and in lock downs
Succumbed to mine own inner evils
As my demons took hold of this Joker
I vowed to leave this impact,
And return there nevermore.
For all my strengths, I couldn’t contend,
Contend with the beast with no heart
Its energy was too much, I was no match
For kings of kings and for architects
Where fate was left uncertain
Until rumblings made me draw the curtain.
Winter was coming, the snow fell
On a night a forbidden door was opened
Out I came, to stop the hateful ones
Savior to grandsons of a plumber,
Rescuer to a former rival,
And a young man reminiscent of I.
This will not be the end of the Stinger
As he craved revolution and the darkness
To walk with the boy on the wild side
In street fights, in channels left behind
Watching as history unfolds every month,
I, the remnant of what was in a new world.
Against armies of shadows, a dark warrior
A prevailer of good, with voice of silence
With stalwart by my side, skinny daredevil
As I once needed someone by my side
So shall I stay by his, he is not alone
My legacy shall live on.
This is Sting.