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