I've been writing you a letter for so long
In my head it says we just can't go on
Cause I'm a coward and a thief of the worst kind
In your mind
Made apathetic by delusions of emotion over time
It's been four weeks since I dropped out
And it's been five months since I've done
I know I should be calling and writing you love letters
But I'm lost in a cloud of smoke in a tent made out of peacock feathers
A hundred eyes that don't blink
Sinking in sync
With their thoughts in my head, oh
A hundred beasts without miles
Talkin' 'bout how they all want me dead
I'll be strung out on a cross of tin, maybe then my life but a piece I should waste (?)
Killed in anger by my enemies that make the days, I say
I could only dream of going out like that someday
Having thoughts of my own, being far from home
Do you know what it'd be like to be a modern world
It would be electrifying
I don't believe in the myth of fame
And I know I'm part of a class that doesn't rank
But you don't have to break a person's arm
And there's more than how to leave a scar
I don't believe in the myth of fame
And I won't let my chance up, no I don't feel the same