Self-Deserter

An existence come and gone
Half-lived, I'm floating
Like a fainted hologram
Of who I used to think I was
I would follow the track
To the bygone era in which
Days were a mobile
Storms were breezy
Flesh was poisonless
Decadence was playful
I want out
I want out
I want out
Won't I please let myself out?

Are you ready now
To send your poise down the drain?
Are you ready now - are you ready now
To swallow your pride?

We've all got better things to do
Then hold on to dear life
We've all got better things to do
Then hold on to
Dear life
Dear life

An existence come and gone
Half-lived, I'm floating
Like a fainted hologram
Of what I used to think I was
I would follow the track
To the bygone era in which
Days were a mobile
Storms were breezy
Flesh was poisonless
Decadence was playful
I want out
I want out
I want out
Won't I please let myself out?