We skipped past harare And landed in the beast With fingers on the trigger And nikes on my feet Contrast to the rhythm We left them in the streets Now failing towards the past My antiquity We skipped past harare And landed in the beast With fingers on the trigger My confidence is key I wish I had more paper I wish I was made of oil With fingers on the trigger My confidence is foiled Discover a new fear while standing 10 ft tall I want to be calm like confidence - I wish I had it all We tossed in the air - we lost it in the sun Now there's nothing left to hold - oh what has confidence become Oh what has confidence become - oh what has confidence become