My Condition Dead Poet Society

[Verse 1]
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

[Verse 2]
Jack Kennedy holding back cold wars
Napoleon and everything he fought for
Me hustling going 'til I get more
'Til I get more

[Chorus]
This simulation we're living in
I can't ignore (o-oh, o-oh)
I came so close to giving in
But I want more (o-oh, o-oh)
I'll hold my breath 'til my own death
Breaks down the door
Ohh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, ohh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Yeah, I want, I want more

[Verse 3]
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