Medals crashing, holding, fasting
Lonely in the halls
I'm enveloped by this harmonious nightmare
and isn't that what life is coded out to be.
These medals, they come crashing, holding and fasting
Starving out ot be of honor
And I'm okay with that idea-
Fetching, tearing, withering away

To give to something better
Even if you won't remain any longer
Because when we're dead
nothing holds us above each other then
And I'm okay with that-
So live life like a celebrity
'cause in the end, you might as well have been one
And I'm okay with that.