Shallow, strutting your dirt So tough, but it won't work All star, no one else here Fake stone, full of mad fear Blinded all your life by the paleness of your sight It's a sickness you can't see what's going on History is might and you hold it all too tight Got you breathing like there's nothing wrong Still talking other lives, I hear you criticize Follower of a trodden path, you're no iconoclast Blinded all your life by the paleness of your sight It's a sickness you can't see what's going on History is might and you hold it all too tight Got you breathing like there's nothing wrong Blinded all your life by the paleness of your sight It's a sickness you can't see what's going on History is might and you hold it all too tight Got you breathing like there's nothing wrong