Well, when I got your letter
I could not contain
The urge to go beyond
Our inheritance again
And the drug of ages
In pages of your pen
I got to put it down
Maybe you got glazed
By all the shit you had
The taste for to descend
To let me in
Maybe it's okay now
If you turn and run away
An aesthetic daze
Of crusades and consent
The idiot intent
And though our love was likely
Your disease is so competent
You're so proud of the few risks
You've taken, child
But know it's nothing new
We all continue
Maybe it's okay now
If you turn and run away
Well, yet again
A vacant above the din
Vacant above the din
Yeah, I'm swimming
I tried to dissuade
The agents in your mind
Who rate and campaign
Until you resign
And I'd return your letter
But I'm feeling unrefined
I'd rather put you down
Vacant in the eyes
As you conform and compromise
Your self-insense
And lack pretense
Maybe it's okay now
If you turn and run away
Well, yet again
A vacant above the din
Above the din
Above the din
