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 damn lies and go I shrugged this world off my shoulders Pretty crowds who speak and clouds Great wits of conversation Skim this life but never live
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