Your outlook, is limited to the place you live Although I know you've been Outside, of your bubble You never understand, you never took it in Never read the maps that you carried with you Never care dto see the world through different shoes Rhumb lines erased quickly as they're laid down Slam you head against the ceiling to the simple sound Of burning out My name's not patience And I'm rarely called sympathy My name's frustration at these ingrates tied to me At these ingrates that represent me