There are still shards in the road
The hero in the cell, he doesn′t look too well
A cardio love-send face down in the dirt
I don′t obey, I don't follow you
Or anyone else for that matter
Purple skies and red clouds, buttercups and fire
The chalice from which you drink
It doesn't help you to think
I reckon so, I know so, a taste
Ethereal, an astronaut′s mentality
And now I know why I had so much doubt in myself
You pick me up, dust me off and put me back on the shelf
You′re about as hopeful as a cyanide pill
It's always pretty scary when you′re 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
I′ve got nothing to say, you never knew me anyway
You are treachery to yourself
Listen closely to this, the point you will still miss
You'll think about how it affects you