Damocles
This is a song partially about the legend of Damocles, but also about growing up and starting to embrace the fact that in order to live a life of meaning you have to give up living in the moment.
It must be nice for you, not to wonder if it's "no" or "yes."
It must be nice, not to have to guess.
It must be such a thrill -- staying safe and honouring your place...
If dreams were wings, you'd be Icarus.
Small man, weak man, would you trade your misery for a blade? For a sceptre in your hand?
Small man, weak man, what will it take to kick you awake? To make you understand that going nowhere's going nowhere and we won't get there until we go there.
Make it quiet in your head as you rise through the ranks, or it may just kill you dead: holy hell, hanging by a--
How did the dream get real? All the good? All the bad? All the blistering appeal's close enough just to feel it.
Terrified of failure and yet you're afraid of success? Get over it.
Hurry up and die or stop these high-placed hopes from waiting for the sword to drop.
It must be nice for you, not to wonder if it's "no" or "yes."
It must be nice, not to have to guess.
It must be such a thrill -- staying safe and honouring your place...
If dreams were wings, you'd be Icarus.
Small man, weak man, would you trade your misery for a blade? For a sceptre in your hand?
Small man, weak man, what will it take to kick you awake? To make you understand that going nowhere's going nowhere and we won't get there until we go there.
Make it quiet in your head as you rise through the ranks, or it may just kill you dead: holy hell, hanging by a--
How did the dream get real? All the good? All the bad? All the blistering appeal's close enough just to feel it.
Terrified of failure and yet you're afraid of success? Get over it.
Hurry up and die or stop these high-placed hopes from waiting for the sword to drop.