This place feels like a catalog. 

I wonder if your close-ups taken too long. 

Would you like a snapshot for your mother, boy? 

I don't care. 

I don't want to know. 

It's never been a part of me. 

Just like a junkie fears the light of day, 

I wonder if it's just another role we play. 

Like a celebrity on minimum wage. 

I never understood. 

Never thought I should. 

It's never been a part of me. 



Still having nothing 

ain't a fucking blessing. 

Still it ain't a curse, though. 

Cuz I've known worse. 

So I'll just keep on wearing this old crown 

I found on the ground. 



Three cheers for anything holding us down. 

Watching as aesthetic over-powers the sound. 

Sort of like a martyr so proud of his picture. 

I don't want to know. 

Let it all go. 

It's never been a part of me. 



Your new found dreams are a nightmare. 

And I wonder if you even know, 

are you ready to be Davey 

to the new Goliath? 

Taking notes at your all-ages show. 

It's like the marketing department 

has finally figured out that 'The Pit' 

can always make more room. 

I'd love to sneer at the camera 

for your revolution, 

but I just can't afford the fucking costume. 



Are you scared to go outside? 

Will it cut you down to size? 

Where's the do or die? 

It's staring you in the eye...