I stand on the side lines and watch the Action, faced with a leap that I couldn't make How do I measure up? Nothing to do but wait and see, Outgrew the spotlight or did it outgrow me? Once I've found what I'm looking for, You'll do your best to hide it all away While I'm swinging on a thread, you smile like a sharpened edge Maybe I could make some progress if I didn't feel so foolish Nostalgia is a damaging trait, when you attempt to change your fate Life flies by while I'm standing Still, it's not moving like it used to And I'm not moving, not moving at all, like a fucking statue I knew it would catch up with me, Knowing it's coming doesn't really help Like a dull axe I've lost my edge, making dents instead of cuts Maybe I could make some progress if I didn't feel so foolish Futile attempt to change my fate and I'll disappear without a trace Like counting on a hand short of fingers... Last in line for the gangbang, I can't believe you're offended After all the pain you've caused, you self-righteous prick Last in line for the gangbang, I can't believe you're offended After all the pain you've caused, you self-righteous prick Close your eyes too long, you're going to miss what's going on Close your eyes too long, you're going to miss what's going on Close your eyes too long, you're going to miss what's going on Close your eyes too long, you're going to miss what's going on