In my reckless lifelong rambling
I saw a man break one day
Such a saint, he only lived on paint
He only spoke in prose
Gave his life to save his soul

When he walked out one day
He said, "please don't believe them
They never understand the triumph the goal of victory
Tell them flippant things and starlet rings
And eyes and nervous laughter
But never say what's on your mind."

Who's gonna take?
And who's gonna swallow?
All these empty dreams back
What of tomorrow?

Wanting more for no abilities
Is this for whom we must provide?
Curse this thing that's called achievement
Curse your striding bounds
Kill the fire in your eyes

Who's gonna take?
And who's gonna swallow?
All these empty dreams back
What of tomorrow?

You see it
But could you ever believe it?
Your fate
But could you really heed it?
Can't help it
But can you bend your back like this?

Take your [bad word] lies and go
I [bad word] this world off my shoulders
Pretty crowds who speak and clouds
Great wits of conversation
Skim this life but never live