Good things never last long when you've
Come to expect them
The whole world is doing it wrong and I
Can't not correct them
Slack-jawed sheeple with their eyes closed
As if I don't already have
Enough to do
There's too many of you
More than I can save
When I torch the place
Cover up my face
That will make me brave
That will make me brave
Heroes, we pay a high price. There's a
Girl who ignores me
Good guy, I used to be nice, now I
Hate 'til it bores me
Small-time pitiful rebellions
I'm here, puckered up, sucking on these
Sour grapes
Filling in the shapes of
Shadows in my cave
When I torch the place
Cover up my face
That will make me brave
That will make me brave
You speak and presto-change-o, great—
Now I'm the bad one
Your manifesto's strange, oh, wait—
You don't even have one
Sunlight is kicking up dust as I
Stare down the morning
Who's left? There's no one I trust and I'm
Sure it's a warning
Up late, measuring the harm done
My heart hardening, counting up the
Lonely nights
And all the little slights I'm
Taking to my grave
When I torch the place
Cover up my face
That will make me brave
That will make me brave