I hear them talking loud,
kitchen walls
About a friend beaten by cancer to the floor
They are using all these
words like Iron Man and Overtake
Waving their hands, measure a time span
that is fake
It will come out wise and healed,
almost thankfully
It's all just a sidetrack,
a dent in the windshield,
that's the deal
I think they should take his hand He doesn't wanna be a man
I think they should understand He's not running,
he's trying to stand
Let me break them down,
those kitchen walls
Take all of their plans and great intentions
To the floor
But I'm not fit to fight a war
I can't fight within
I don't belong here, I'm not the right guy
I'm not the king
So I'm left to just pretend
But never consent
And leave before the kitchen sinks Take these bullets from my hand
I don't wanna be a man I think they should understand
I'm not running, I'm taking a stand
yaaa yayaaa