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One of the oldest riffs I wrote for this album. The lyrics are written from the viewpoint of, well, an elitist.
lyrics
How can you be so simple
So easy and so free
So careless and so stupid
With such insanity
Your breaths all sound so lifeless
The haze behind your eyes
You'd pass for any scholar
With your ignorant disguise
And it's not for me to judge
But you must forget your name
And it's not my place to ask
but do you think that we're the same?
There's only two of us in here
But there's only one seat
You seem to be in your own world
Stumbling over your own feet
I don't know how you've gotten here
Or why you think you're smart
The kind of guy who drinks cheap beer
And laughs at high-class art
And it's not for me to judge
But you must forget your name
And it's not my place to ask
but do you think that we're the same?
Maybe it's just narcissism
But I know I'm elite
And I know you're the one that's wrong
But we will never meet
I'm always right and that's the truth
And I know nothing else
You can have your own ideas
Feel free to go to hell
And it's not for me to judge
But you must forget your name
And it's not my place to ask
but do you think that we're the same?
Maybe it's just narcissism
But I know I'm elite
And I know you're the one that's wrong
But we will never meet
I'm always right and that's the truth
And I know nothing else
You can have your own ideas
Feel free to go to hell
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The Idea, track
released 01 May 2011
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