I'm doing alright with my convictions.
You're like everyone...
You climbed a bone ladder to the top.
How are you?
What if you are everyone?
Can't see the sun, can't feel the rain.
I noticed you aren't breathing.
Wave goodbye, I'm doing all right for myself.
Well, I guess it's fucking dark up there;
Stand up on top of everyone around you and don't see anything.
And what you don't hear is your heart.
It's lonely at the top.
I got no interest in fighting my way through all the compromises you left behind.
Your mind living and what you don't feel is your spine bending,
Your back breaking.
(What you don't feel is)
Watch out for their foot in your back.
But they do.
They're as blind as you are,
They're as dead as you are,
And you're in their way.