He says, he looks in the mirror, and he can’t tell anymore,
Who he
really is and who they believe him to be.
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.
Chorus: ’cause there’s a crack in
his plastic crown
And his thrown of ice is melting.
He climbed his
latter there was nothing there
And 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.
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 fairy tails
And he’s trapped
inside a dungeon of dolls with smiles on their faces.
He’s built a
pretty cage his shows on a beautiful stage
With candy coated prison bars
and chains that look like jewelry.
Chorus
’cause he lives inside
of fairy tails and castle land
There’s room inside for false
expectations and illusions
Chorus
On and on and on he goes....
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