Like a junkie on a binge you're just snowing yourself into
a life in the game that you're never gonna win.
You can follow the leader, let them put you in your place
until success is so close that you can almost fucking taste it,
but all of your leaders and all of your elders
see you as competition trying to take
their position their rank and their stature.
To them you're just another hopeless fake
and if you had the funds to prove them wrong
then the climb you're facing wouldn't
take quite nearly half as long.
But you're a nobody to the ones in charge
and if you want someone to notice you
you'll have to change everything
about who you are.
First off you'll stop being honest
with the collards around -
white as snow, like a leash
Windsor knotted to the ground.
Learn to play, learn to lie
to yourself and your surroundings.
What you call staying afloat
will reign synonymous with drowning.
Run to stay in the eye
of the storm where it's calmest,
once you've stopped seeing rainclouds
then you've stopped being honest
with yourself and your surroundings,
for six figures but who's counting?
I might be caught in the rain
but you're the one who's drowning
and one day you'll try to make it back
to a life where you weren't so hopelessly addicted to your cash
but your map home is wet and ripped and torn.
Maybe then you'll see that you shouldn't have run.
That you should have been a man and embraced the storm.
Instead you stop being honest with the collards around -
white as snow, like a leash Windsor knotted to the ground.
Learn to play, learn to lie to yourself and your surroundings.
What you call staying afloat will reign synonymous with drowning.
Run to stay in the eye of the storm where it's calmest,
once you've stopped seeing rainclouds
then you've stopped being honest
with yourself and your surroundings,
for six figures but who's counting?
I might be caught in the rain
but you're the one who's drowning.