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