Sound ovation
A death-knell to yesterday's hopes
Better wait for the weight of the world
It's ours
You were the patron saint of pretension
In the emperor's new clothes
And you'd better wait, wait for the weight of the world
You'd better call it home
Hey! Hey! Hey!
Become electrified
How'd we get this high?
Hey, how? How?
Sweet attrition
A white flag for enemies' hopes
Couldn't wait for the weight of the world
You're mine
Icarus, snared by your own glass ceiling
Saved from your own wings
And brick upon brick upon brick upon brick
You built the mausoleum
Hey! Hey! Hey!
Become electrified
How'd we get this high?
Hey, how? How?
Become electrified
How'd we get this high?
Hey, how? How?
Become electrified
How'd we get this high?
Hey, how? How?
Become electrified
How'd we get this high?
Hey, how? How?
Hey! Hey! Hey!
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