Always wishing for something superlative Craving for a distinguishment long To break once free from the mediocrity That's spread its seed to where it doesn't belong And now my disease is pulling at your bones With my contagion I should have left you alone The speechless stir beneath my throat Will prate on end words of pain by rote And with the knowledge that breaks me down tonight I turn on feeble feet in hopes of flight So now you're wanting something more as well Looking for a higher perch and view Seek to escape from the art of failure That I allowed to spread from me to you And now your sense of life is gone By all you thought you'd overcome The guilt it swarms like hungry flies Around me till its victim dies You've made the last commitment weakest ropes And now I pray you'll turn your thoughts in hopes In hopes of flight