I've been writing you a letter for so long   In my head it says we just can't go on   Cause I'm a coward and a thief of the worst kind   In your mind   Made apathetic by delusions of emotion over time      It's been four weeks since I dropped out   And it's been five months since I've done      I know I should be calling and writing you love letters   But I'm lost in a cloud of smoke in a tent made out of peacock feathers   A hundred eyes that don't blink   Sinking in sync   With their thoughts in my head, oh   A hundred beasts without miles   Talkin' 'bout how they all want me dead      I'll be strung out on a cross of tin, maybe then my life but a piece I should waste (?)   Killed in anger by my enemies that make the days, I say   I could only dream of going out like that someday   Having thoughts of my own, being far from home   Do you know what it'd be like to be a modern world   It would be electrifying      I don't believe in the myth of fame   And I know I'm part of a class that doesn't rank   But you don't have to break a person's arm   And there's more than how to leave a scar      I don't believe in the myth of fame   And I won't let my chance up, no I don't feel the same