You gotta break-you gotta break some eggs an omelet to make
But I only want-I only want the yolk, the white is the wake
To get to the Bars, foot soldiers will fall
How many will the battle cost?
A cry to the sky-a world-weary "why?"
This contest isn't won or lost

You slip and you search these eyes
For mercy or hope or lies
That tell you this can't be true
But you are the shoulder tap
A tug on the hem, a slap
'cause I didn't come for you

You gotta step-you gotta step on folks to get to the top
A staircase made-a staircase made of flesh, a plentiful crop
In any rescue-collateral damage
No time to stop and sort 'em out
They aren't aware of the gift or the favor
I'll take the number He allows

You gotta break-you gotta break some eggs an omelet to make
But who would've guessed-who would've guessed that it'd take
Six billion eggs?