my inspiration note the sympathy they ve taken everything you want and they left you all alone my setting sun self appointed i am a fraud you are the martyr it s decided and i owe you several worlds i can tell you rat in the sewer scraps they left behind once their visionary and they all have robbed you blind your broken records playing for none fabricate song amputated creative tongue you sing on and on and on i can tell you why i m bringing you down calling you out taking your shield it s easier now years have been kind distance between has given hind sight i jumped a train your tragedy so easy to read is bitter envy they re reaping all the lowly benefits you missed the train they stole and you ve never i m burning you down calling you out taking your shield it s easier now years have been kind distance between has given hind sight i m on a train