We're seen as the heathens

Outside their frame of province

I know I know now

I’m unable to follow blindly like that

A village of apathetic lives starring me down

Announcing this treason my unique flame stamped out

I know I know now

This love disrupts their safe formation

I carefully kept this pristine terror from my old life

On the rural atlas where I was born

Feeling like a tourist in my own mind

In my darkest hour

I'm craving sensation

This revenge still begs the question

I know I know now

I should calm down but I never wanted it more

I bite my tongue and wonder is this all that there is

And are they capable of leaving the ghosts they follow

I know I know now

We need a new model of reason

I carefully kept this pristine terror from my old life

On the rural atlas where I was born

Feeling like a tourist in my own mind

They found their way out

I've had enough I make my own life

They settled so numbingly down