Victims of Nostalgia - Street Sects

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