Myth of Me

I could sell you a hammer, one you don't even need
Or a bandage then manage to just watch you bleed
It cuts less like a knife, yeah, it's more like a sword
Or an ax through the wax of the crown of my lord

I'm inadequate
You dropped my like a bad habit
Hope was gone so I grabbed at it
I'll keep playing the pilot, my own Holy See
And you'll have to unravel eventually
The myth of me

Well I could sell you a story, one that's dripping with fate
And I'd discover if my brother could finally relate
Well, I had asked for consumption, identity free
Just to shake off or break off the sins I call me

I'm inadequate
You dropped me like a bad habit
Hope was gone so I grabbed at it
Am I made up of memories that I cannot see?
An innate sense of greatness with a penitent fee
The myth of me

So I'll rest in forgiveness before I can leave
I just hope that you don't find that you ever believe
The myth of me