he says he looks in the mirror and he can't tell anymore who he really is and who they believe him to be and he says he walks a thin line between what is and what could be and he's getting closer to something he can't understand
cause there's a crack in his plastic crown and his throne of ice is melting he climbed his ladder there was nothing there now it's a long way down
cause on and on and on he goes dancing on the grave of what he thought was still alive and on and on and on he goes dancing in mansions made of twigs and castles made of sand
he says his head is filled with cartoons and fairy tales and he's trapped inside a dungeon of dolls with smiles on their faces he's built a pretty cage his show's on a beautiful stage with candy coated prison bars and chains that look like jewelry
cause there's a crack in his plastic crown and his throne of ice is melting he climbed his ladder there was nothing there now it's a long way down
cause on and on and on he goes dancing on the grave of what he thought was still alive and on and on and on he goes dancing in mansions made of twigs and castles made of sand
cause he lives inside of fairy tales and castles now and there's room inside for false expectations and illusions
there's a crack in his plastic crown and his throne of ice is melting he climbed his ladder there was nothing there now it's a long way down it's a long way down
on and on and on he goes dancing on the grave of what he thought was still alive hey on and on and on he goes dancing in mansions made twigs and castles made of sand
cause on and on and on he goes dancing on the grave of what he thought was still alive and on and on and on he goes dancing in mansions made of twigs and castles made of sand
cause on and on and on he goes dancing on the grave (on and on and on he goes) of what he thought was still alive and on and on and on he goes dancing in mansions made of twigs and castles made of sand