Original lyrics
ENMan of little wealth
King of yourself
You'll beat the grave
To find your wave
In gaining the crown
Of which you're well in doubt
I know that you're proud
To let the rest of us drown
Because I can see you looking down
From your highest shelf
You fill your frame
With the king of your best self
I know when you've been exposed
By the pain you hold so close
Get out of your shell before
You're just a lonesome ghost
Sweet misery
On the day when the dust leaves
You gotta get up and break free
You've been walking a fine line
To make your conscience feel right
Well, by the critical blind eye
It was only a white lie
But you bought it
That you're damned to fail
Forget the gold frames
That you hang on your string
In a moment
Even a ghost can change
Don't ever forget
What's been trapped underneath
Sweet victory
On the day when my dust leaves
I gotta get up and break free
I've been walking a fine line
To make my conscience feel right
Well, by the critical blind eye
I pay them no mind 'cause it's about time
That you get
But you bought it
That you're damned to fail
Forget the gold frames
That you hang on your string
In a moment
Even a ghost can change
Don't ever forget
What's been trapped underneath
