2,3,4



There are still shards in the road, shackled wooden windows

The hero in the cell, he doesn't look too well

A cardio love-send, a face down in the dirt, makeshift, I don't

I don't obey, I don't follow you, or anyone else for that matter



You don't understand, 'cause you are not a strong man, it doesn't mean a thing

I don't need your help, I got this far all by myself and I've given everything



Myths and photographs

Myths and photographs



Oh purple skies and red clouds, buttercups and fire

The chalice from which you drink, it doesn't help you think

I recon so, I know so, a taste, now 24, lost sleep, gone

Ethereal, an astronauts mentality, self-righteous vitality



You don't understand, 'cause you are not a strong man, it doesn't mean a thing

I don't need your help, I got this far all by myself and I've given everything



Myths and photographs

Myths and photographs



And now I know why I had so much doubt in myself

You pick me up and dust me off and put me back on the shelf

Your about as hopeful as a cyanide pill, it's always pretty scary when your not quite at the

Top of the hill

Take a cheap shot 'cause I don't give a shit, this band of brothers capsizes and rolls round

With it

Reclaiming the shadows that we cast, kick-start this beast real fast



You don't understand, 'cause you are not a strong man, it doesn't mean I think

I don't need your help, I got this far all by myself and I've given everything

I've got nothing to say, you never knew me anyway, you are a treachery to yourself

Listen closely to this, the point you will still miss, you'll think about how it affects you