My Condition

Dead Poet Society

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Fuck sitting and waiting in the black Sun
I ride ready to die if I could be someone
Weak shit, you're too scared to make it out, so
Sit back, and I'll be here seeing it all

Jack Kennedy holding back cold wars
Napoleon and everything he fought for
Me hustling going till I get more
Till I get more

This simulation we're living in
I can't ignore
I came so close to giving in
But I want more
I'll hold my breath till my own death
Breaks down the door
Yeah, I want, I want more

I don't fuck with God, I make my own faith
Too late to save my soul and my grace
I'll die alone like a forgotten saint
No one will care or remember my
Remember my
No one will care or remember my name

This simulation we're living in
I can't ignore
I came so close to giving in
But I want more
I'll hold my breath till my own death
Breaks down the door
Yeah, I want, I want more
I want more

Can't quite escape my condition
Thought things would change the second I'm gone
The second I'm gone
Can't find a place where I fit in
Thought life could change, but maybe I'm wrong
But maybe I'm wrong
But I go on
Yeah, I go on

This simulation we're living in
I can't ignore
I came so close to giving in
But I want more
I'll hold my breath till my own death
Breaks down the door
Yeah, I want, I want more
Yeah, I want more