Well, when I got your letter, I could not contain   The urge to go beyond our inheritance again   And the drug of ages, in pages of your pen   I got to put it down      Maybe you got glazed by all the shit you had   To taste for to descend, to let me in   Maybe it's okay now if you turn and run away      Anesthetic days of crusades and consent, the idiot intent   And though our love was likely your disease is so competent   You're so proud of the few risks you've taken, child   But no it's nothing new, we all continue      Maybe it's okay now   If you turn and run away, well, yet again   Vacant above the din, vacant above the din   [Incomprehensible]      I tried to dissuade the agents in your mind   Who'll rape and campaign until you resign   And I'd return your letter but I'm feeling unrefined   I'd rather put you down      Vacant in the eyes as you conform   And compromise yourself in sense   And like pretense      Maybe it's okay now   If you turn and run away, well, yet again   Vacant above the din, above the din   Above the din, above the din