Victims of Nostalgia

You act like you’re already dead
Looping a dream of a past you’d kill to relive
Worthless sentiment, inward conceit
Years of your life cannibalized
Never forget that it’s not what you’ve done
Or what you’ve done lately, but what you are working on now
Crimes of denial
Crimes of reverie
Crimes of homage
Crimes of vanity
I can’t live like that
I can’t live like that
I won’t fucking live like that