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...