[Verse 1]
My clones are at the easel and they’re painting self portraits
While I try to fly casual with a brain that’s left orbit
So that fading appeal won’t penetrate my AT field
I’m Unit-01 sans pilot eating angel’s fresh corpses
But the gas mileage on my trusty flying car is dreadful
Had to push it past dying stars to buy a jar of petrol
Living in the moment making timeless art is stressful
So I get even on the reg’ to defy the odds and explode

Sorry, no origin story for you on the next panel
And you can never hitchhike on the road that’s less traveled
After every wake and mourning, like to have my jets scrambled
In a dish that’s best served cold with a handful of red capsules
That’s a dose of reality in the front seat as something in the trunk screams
And you just sit there as your imagination runs free
But I’m an anti-hero with a cause, you can trust me
You’re nothing, not appearing on my walls, so...

[Chorus]
Look, you were never in my gallery
I don’t need a nemesis to hang up for my masterpiece
Don’t touch the exhibits in this menagerie
And don’t display any feeling that you’ve been capturing

You were never in my gallery
I don’t need a nemesis to hang up for my masterpiece
Don’t touch the exhibits in this menagerie
And don’t display any feeling that you’ve been capturing

[Verse 2]
Lone hunter in Canada as the legend states
So don’t forget to add the second “A” when you spell the name
It’s Headhaunter, and I robbed a federal bank ‘cause I had no choice
Then used my dad’s Rolls Royce to make my getaway
On my last bender like the Avatar, I let the spirits talk
Neat or on the rocks, I blindly toss ‘em back with ease like Toph
Drinkin' moonshine like Sokka
Then treat tomorrow’s hangover with the lots-of-water cure all like Katara

Doing drugs I’m being told I shouldn’t glorify
Along with weird stuff I hope is eventually normalized
With a headspace my psychiatrist couldn’t organize
Driven insane by intrusive thoughts that took me for a ride
I look immortalized as I lie asleep
With two inter-dimensional portals where my eyes should be
While you fought the forces of boredom in superhero spandex
I threw hands with Norse gods and those were barely rivalries
So you can—

[Chorus]
Look, you were never in my gallery
I don’t need a nemesis to hang up for my masterpiece
Don’t touch the exhibits in this menagerie
And don’t display any feeling that you’ve been capturing

You were never in my gallery
I don’t need a nemesis to hang up for my masterpiece
Don’t touch the exhibits in this menagerie
And don’t display any feeling that you’ve been capturing