Текст песни the measure of - The field only reveals

I won’t settle in, at least, not when I have to pretend

People; they talk about it
People; they write about it
I hear and see it all
I know it exists, when will it ever begin?
No not for me, I’m no gentleman

I won’t settle in, at least, not for them

Deaf ears on all my laments, born into this deception
A portrait of vanity, the mirror won’t keep us smiling

How I lack the heart of a lion
I am not of the blood that heralds kings to the throne
Yet, my voice will not shake in its resolution
When it comes time for bricks to meet stone
This vessel treading water; castaway, alone

I won’t settle for them