V.1:
What's so strange about maturity
Is it's defined by juvenility
It's not so much about what's above you
But rather about what's below you
If you can't fill these shoes
You're going nowhere
If we're not eye to eye
You've got no say
If you use kid gloves
You can do nothing
When it's all too much
You're not enough
But these elitist tongues
Prophesy falsely
Remove this plank from your eye
Then you'll discern truly
Chorus:
Don't you look down on me
Don't you look up to me
Just look me in the eye
I'm not here to judge you
I'm not here to use you
I only want your ear
'Cause if we'd stop shoving each other in boxes
Then w
When you play by the world's rules
Which aren't rules at all
But the trends of decay
In the corpse of a victim
Destroyed from the inside
By its own discord
The only way to win
Is to raise the dead.