Start a new chapter

Find what I'm after

It's changing every day

The change of a season

Is enough of a reason

To want to get away

Quiet and pensive

My thoughts apprehensive

The hours drift away

Leaving my homeland

Playing a lone hand

My life begins today

I believe I can touch the sky

Sit and think about it every night and day

Spread my wings and fly away

See me running through that open door

Excuse me while I kiss the sky

Break on through to the other side, oh yeaaaaaahhhhh.....

....Mother, tell your children not to walk my way

Tell your children not to hear my words

What they mean

What they saaaayyyyy.....

They are the cult of

I am the cult of

You are the cult of

We are cult of

Personalityyyyyy

I wanna leave Bennigans...

Make me fries!