There's a fine line between a raised glass and a graveyard jig.
Can we call that class?
I guess we'll call it grace.

I know you'll hold me to all the days I ****** away
But that's your design
I only fall in place.

Now I will determine
Something crawling and squirming
To an empty, wretched
Joke of an alarming fate.

Some say greatness is something that you work for
It's what you burn for
Just to believe that you could make a difference
Desperate for something now to break for,
I'm mediocre
And I keep thinking, it's just not what we planned.

There's a fine line between a nice guy and a cannibal
I walk it so **** well
And it gets hard to tell

So hold me to the nightmares I can't erase
They weren't your design
If I ignore them maybe they'll just go away.

Now here comes the sequel,
In the end we're all equal
-Ibrium will cut me down to size
And weight.

Some say greatness is something that you work for
It's what you burn for
Just to believe that you could make a difference
Desperate for something now to break for,
I'm mediocre
And I keep thinking, it's just not what we planned.

Don't you think
You should do something?
You won't ever pull this off
Without some elbowgrease

Well I don't think
That I should take what's mine
Because it's yours.

Not keeping score,

Just keep the beat

Any way...........


Some say greatness is something that you work for
It's what you burn for
Just to believe that you could make a difference
Desperate for something now to break for,
I'm mediocre
And I keep thinking, it's just not what we planned.
amped up final chorus
Some say a life is just a journey
Now I'm returning
But I don't think I can call this home.
Aeneas, you're washed up and depressing
Just take the blessing
Carry the sun to where it sinks tomorrow

With Reverb:

(Greatness is something that you work for...
But I keep thinking it's just not what we planned)