They’re coming for the band, pitchforks and torches raised They used to love you, now they want to burn you at the stake People are strange that way, with what they choose to embrace Want you all for themselves, then shun you if you grow or change
Those days are over now, what started off as fun Has made you question everything and not trust anyone These kids don’t know the deal, still sucking from the teat How many hands are in your pockets while you try to stay afloat?
Show the world a mirror They’ll hang on every word that you say But slit your throat if you attempt to cash in The burden of the artist To show us who we truly are And to go without Your passion fades
Don’t you ever let these critics or opinions confine you to anything You need to think of why you started this back then to remind you Of where you’ve been, and how far you’ve come… To see them all for who they are
They don’t want you to succeed They want to see you bleed and to discard you when they no longer relate later You’re the voice of no one but yourself And that’s as good as wealth At least you can look back and say you tried to make your mark whether they love or hate it
So show the world a mirror They’ll hang on every word that you say But slit your throat if you attempt to cash in The burden of the artist To show us who we truly are And to go without Your passion fades