Compare me to a dead man
and you'll see there's light between.
Compare me to a lightbulb screen,
and you'll see an almost dead man.
Compare me to an honest chicken,
which one's got more feathers?
Who's the one to rate a pristine glassstone in a golden bucket fair?
Who's the one to rate a blind wheat odor contest?
Who's the one to combine an intertwined concept of right and wrong?
Who's the opinion to change everyone else opinion in just a singular line?
Mother, help me to succeed
Aunt Laura, help me to succeed
Sister Sara, help me to succeed
Fallen angels, help me to succeed.
Compare me to a routeless window looking to the north,
and then compare me to a tombstone engrave.
Compare me to the golden sun,
compare me to a single fiber of the carpet you're standing on.
Compare me to heaven, and compare me to hell,
compare everything between and you'll found yourself dead, in comparison.
Rate a star on a starry night,
rate a finger on a hand,
rate the best chocolate cake you've ever had.
Rate a humble man,
rate a boat,
rate the cuckle sound in a goat's hoof.
Rate a mattress,
rate bleach brands,
but never rate the love you have for an elevated prism.