| Hey now hold on | |
| Is this what we really, really want | |
| Or what we are told | |
| All the greats have lead paths of glory | |
| But look at them now | |
| Emaciated on the museum wall | |
| Summed up in a language of decay | |
| For a public far away | |
| Invite the voyeurs with their noblesse oblige | |
| On display in the glare | |
| Is it really meant to be this way | |
| Is it our destiny to be | |
| So instead lets get strong | |
| I dont want tourists flocking to my heart | |
| And nesting with all my things | |
| Ive got wings but they arent meant for viewing |