The answer for your questions lies

in the acts you did and still do,

it's messy, in the way it's rigged

and I'm neither great nor glib,

they move still while I stay still,

the heat I barely can stand kills

in them perhaps and so in me

the speech reaches first the front lines,

the arrow heads will love me if

I puff my chest out, come on think

I say to my skull, as I blink,

the footage changes then I fall.