Up and out I never regretted a thing Take a glance from the inside It isn't what you think This is it This is everything i have So between you and me Give up all fucking hope I've got the answer, so save your Fucking, explanation This is the last time I'll suffer Through your exploitation Harvest truth and save it for your revelation I've lost all trust and i've finally Had the realization All my heroes have failed me And all your heroes will fail you Give up hope I don't care and I'm through Hearing you justify You've given up and I know You've fucking died inside We've burned it all and everything it signifies I've reched my breaking point And i finally realize All my heroes have failed me And all your heroes will fail you Give up hope I'm sick of trying and I'll never Put my trust in you No more heroes no promise of something new It's over now There's no more damage you can do You're dead to me, because me and you are Finally through All my heroes have failed me And I have given up hope This is the last time I ever Place my trust in someone else And I have given up all fucking hope

Wembley are you ready Wembley are you ready I'm not gonna miss you when you're dead and gone Not gonna talk about you over and over and over Not gonna file you under latest nostalgia Nor happily ever after Don't wanna listen to your played out songs Not gonna think about you over and over and over Not wanna read about the latest fads on your trendy blog I want nothing to do with that 'Cause you've made a mess of everything And I'm not listening, come on You're not a hero, you're a liar You're not a savior, you're a vampire Sucking the life out of all the friends you've ever known You're just a train wreck, not a winner Up on your soapbox, preaching down to the sinners A saint without a cause We're not listening, we're not listening I'm gonna start a revolution Of convoluted disillusion (start a revolution) I'll lead a war with no conclusion And in the final hour I'll be a confident coward 'Cause if we stand for nothing We'll fall for anything, come on You're not a hero, you're a liar You're not a savior, you're a vampire Sucking the life out of all the friends you've ever known You're just a train wreck, not a winner Up on your soapbox, preaching down to the sinners A saint without a cause We're not listening (oh shit), we're not listening Yeah, this is moving in the same direction But I'm a little too spent to care 'Cause it's a battlefield 'til it blows over Keep your friends close and your enemies closer We're throwing stones though we live in glass houses We talk shit like it's a cross to bear You're only relevant until you get older Keep your friends close and your enemies closer, enemies closer They're gonna miss me when I'm dead and gone They're gonna talk about me over and over and over They're gonna file me under latest nostalgia And happily ever after, come on I'm not a hero, I'm a liar I'm not a savior, I'm a vampire Sucking the life out of all the friends I've ever known We're a train wreck, not winners On a soapbox, preaching down to the sinners Saints without a cause We're not listening, we're not listening We're not listening, we're not listening Hello

He doesn't fight crime or wear a cape He doesn't read minds or levitate But every time my world needs saving He's my Superman Some folks don't believe in heroes 'cause They haven't met my dad He loves his workshop and rock 'n' roll He's got a hot rod and a heart of gold And you could say he's a man of few words But he talks a lot within And even though I'm a little taller I still look up to him He built me a house in the arms of a tree He taught me to drive and to fight and to dream When he looks in my eyes, I hope he can see that My dad's a hero to me Rust-ridden fenders and doors full of dings Somehow he can fix about anything I didn't think he knew how to cry 'Til our dog died that year He doesn't always say I love you But I can hear him loud and clear He built me a house in the arms of a tree He taught me to drive and to fight and to dream When he looks in my eyes, I hope he can see that My dad's a hero to me He built me a house in the arms of a tree He taught me to drive and to fight and to dream When he looks in my eyes, I hope he can see that My dad's a hero to me (My dad's a hero) (My dad's a hero) (My dad's a hero) My dad's a hero to me (My dad's a hero) (My dad's a hero) (My dad's a hero) My dad's a hero to me

I wake up in the morning, its the same old thing Another day alone just rhyme writing (oh) It's getting a little old Feeling kind of cold When do you say you took your dream too far And finally come to grips with the person you are I think for some of us the dream's too vivid And the gift we've been given is the curse that comes with it If you strive for perfection and progress You beat your own ass in the process Man I'm satisfied never My shit always could be better Shit the I'm saying now could be way more clever I remember when there wasn't no pressure I just do this Before the music was part of a to do list I love writing but why I'm clueless It's peaceful yet deceitful Like a Buddhist Judas And its's fucking up my brain But somehow it's the only thing that keeps me sane I guess I'm like a little goth art student Take away his pen, next day at school he starts shooting But arts stupid If you consider the bitter cost of this All the relationships I've lost to this All the times that I hit ignore when my family and friends they would call for this A constant state of exhaustiveness I give my all to this A stressful endeavor like tiger woods probably thinks that golfing is I should get a office gig But I can't cause I'm over here dreaming And as I write another song I just feel like screaming Stop fucking with me Stop judging me I just want to live comfortably And I ain't talking about wealth I'm talking about my brain I'm talking about mental health Stop fucking with me Stop judging me I look around and suddenly I realize that there's nobody else The only one judging me is myself Most people they got big dreams and big plans End up as a big flock of sacrificial lambs A single achiever Can make a billion believers Look at the children they're all willing and eager Like when I was a kid I watched Jordan play And dreamed of being up on the NBA court one day Realized early that I didn't have it That don't mean that there ain't people that took that stab at it Like my man every day practice shooting baskets Dreaming about playing for the magic or mavericks High school star a 30 point a night average 4 year college starter alright average Didn't get drafted Still he could see the dream Now he's 35 playing for some European team Knees fucked up constantly throbbing Now he's popping Oxycontin And it's becoming a problem Had to move back with his mom And she want him to get a job But he doesn't have any qualities they need Can't put 3-man weave drills Under specialty skills More and more he eats pills Prescription refills He still sees that dream that vision and it haunts him A voice inside his head and it taunts him His mom thinking that he's on something And she right As he screams in the middle of the night Stop fucking with me Stop judging me I just want to live comfortably And I ain't talking about wealth I'm talking about my brain I'm talking about mental health Stop fucking with me Stop judging me I look around and suddenly I realize that there's nobody else The only one judging me is myself I wake up in the morning it's the same old thing... I wake up in the morning it's the same old thing... Shit, it's hard enough not to crack under the pressure of average expectations Most of my heroes were drug addicts So dream high and be prepared to fall really fucking far Take a walk around the city Tour L.A. Listen to what addicted women on the corner say Study their words many of them weren't born this way Many moved here back in the day Thinking that they'd be the next Dorris Day There was role she was born to play But somewhere she went astray Some people crack on the day that disappointment comes When they realize they ain't one of the annointed ones She saw the vision And she came here on a mission Audition after audition But she never caught a glimpse Of success and then she got older And the industry disowned Told herself that it was over Now she never ever sober And it drove her to the point She can't control her own emotions or addictions But she still sees the vision when she's dreaming A voice in her head like a demon And she on sunset at the bus stop screaming Stop fucking with me Stop judging me I just want to live comfortably And I ain't talking about wealth I'm talking about my brain I'm talking about mental health Stop fucking with me Stop judging me I look around and suddenly I realize that there's nobody else The only one judging me is myself But, stop fucking with me