I’m starting to believe it’s a little, what? Sleeping with your bag in the back of a cab I’m starting to believe it’s a little, what? I could really feel my bones on fire I’m starting to believe it’s a little, what? Another day I nearly sold my soul for nada I’m starting to believe it’s a little, what? I said I’m starting to believe it’s a little I’m starting to believe it’s a little heinous The progress we’re making has taken my patience If we could find another way to make it work Or a different path I’d be down to take it See that world that you’re making? Hold my beer while I shake it Those along for the ride know that the pleasure was mine And I know my way out, I know my way And I know my way out Don’t forget that I’m real, not another weapon of mass appeal It’s time to turn off (My supernova windowsill, my supernova windowsill) You must forget that I’m real, reciprocate the hands that I deal It’s time to jump off (My supernova windowsill, my supernova windowsill) Take it or leave it. Who’s learning? Who’s preaching? Everybody’s on their shit, I’m feeling life The cycles repeating, my strange love is fleeting Everybody’s on their shit, I’m feeling life Turn the radio on, do you like what you hear? It’s the pain that I’ve tasted, with the freaks I hold near So tell me what’s with the pressure that we are made to consume Fight for purpose, we’ve got no future locked away in our rooms And I know my way out, I know my way And I know my way out On my vertebrae I stand, gazing brand new to the cos' What’s more important? Who I am or who they think that I was I’ll find comfort in the day, when its flesh to decay I’m on a hypersonic rocket floating lightyears away Don’t forget that I’m real, not another weapon of mass appeal It’s time to turn off (My supernova windowsill, my supernova windowsill) You must forget that I’m real, reciprocate the hands that I deal It’s time to jump off (My supernova windowsill, my supernova windowsill)