I spend my time with my eyes peeled,
I can't be safe without an exit,
I fear that growth is the end of me and all I know,
Because everybody's watching me to see if I will prosper, me to see if I will burn,
Because everybody's waiting.
We're all the kings and queens in our heads, but everybody's waiting for the crown to fall.
My pride will be crushed in the end.
Because we're not all away from the hands of observers, we're not all away from the axe and the furnace, I know that I can cut and that I will burn.
Cause we can lose all that we've gained when we see ourselves so great at this game.
We are such gods at the top, so lifeless and dead, we're at home in your head.
Oh I know I'll fall down, bruise my face on the hard ground, cut my teeth on the black shards,
But I'll hold fast to all of my flaws, because I can't lose sight of this skin upon my bones.
Do you wanna go home with a smile at what you've built?
Do you wanna go home and be alone inside your cage?
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