To be conscious and criticize is your animal right
But to pigeon-hole and pry is to die in my eyes
When you are so far from the ground
That we are nowhere in sight

How can you be the one to dissect? The one to decide?
I've waited at the door
I've waited too long
To disconnect from the dream
To take your throat and force reality
Now you've stepped too far

Stepped too far
Now you've crossed the line
Now you are finally inside

My world
My world
My world
My world
My world