When we were young 

you said you've never compromise

The catch phrases and routines 

were a waste of all your time

Who wants to be a product?



This paper house burns easily

Your wings got tangled in the wires

Tried to break loose, but caught on fire

Scars deep inside of you remind you not to fly



I saw you come crashing down

Collapsing with a smile

Choking on your own self

as it came up with your bile

You became your enemy



Accepting what you called insane

Put on your tie and play the game

You'll never make the rules

Everything you own is owning you