It’s Not What You Think It Is

[Verse 1]
This is my resignation from the S-C-E-N-E
Hating MTV is getting old
I said "no" once, got stabbed in the back
While they said "relax"
In Sweden, they got it right, I guess
But where does that leave me, leaving
Always leaving, never staying
Good thing my feet are still intact
It's just my hands that are killing me
Killing someone else may make for better poetry
At least that's what they said
But at this moment, clarity's appeared
And I am gone, off to what I've found more in
The fact I hate the way I talk
Cynics mock all surroundings
I just wish to live with the ones that
Instead of hating MTV
Beat on the floorboards to wake their tenants
That they know are not asleep
The way we're sure they're not asleep
We woke up in the same bed

[Verse 2]
This whole imaginary underground
Has got me thinking, got me dreaming
That if we're all our own co-pilots
In our cockpits made of tin
And then we fall down hills of pavement
It's time I grew and said to them
"It's not what you think it is"
We analyze the states we're in
Why is it that when we sneeze
There's a chance we'll die
Alone, alone, alone, alone
Alone, alone
Alone, it's what I hope I'll want to be
When all acquaintance leaves me
Because if I don't, who knows, I might just see
That no one needs me seeing