i may be cowardly yellow bellied pampered whatever whatever whatever, yes i have fears, but excuses will do for now; i cant be bothered to spend my energy, so yes that will be it. i may not have the enthusiasm but excuses have stolen my time away, and i will let them continue so. i may be dead but excuses will deceive me and i'll feel alive, excuses will do for now. for now 'for now' will continue on and on and on, 'for now' will repeat its existence, 'for now' will remain until i get up to battle it and slay and be slain. excuse me:

lets conspire to ignite
all the souls who would die just to feel alive

so goes Muse in their single Starlight.