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 |