Our estimations are plasmic
Distorted, nebulous, and through it all, intoxicating
We all like to think we have that tragic hero
Did we lose our wings?
Or did we just stop believing that we had them?
Hush, you say, and chalk it up to the situation
Minstrel is such a beautiful word
Why would you abuse it?
I don't need you to know who I am
You should look out your window
If you will let the world rush past,
You should at least watch
Don't drop your dignity like a flag