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