Another dreamer steps on to the stage 
He sings his hope and his fear and his rage 
As the applause from the crowd starts to fade 
He hears them swallow the key to his cage 

 [bad word] to the machine 
It's a currency generator 
And then it's a guillotine 
mirror held up to your own behavior 

I'm gonna take my bow 
And disappear into the sound 
I'm leaving my cage on the ground 
When I take my bow 
I want you [bad word] to the ground 
See my feet falling down from the clouds 

The dreamer dances inside of his cage 
All his music and words are the same 
But in the moment he exits the stage 
You hear him whisper a prayer for the frames 

 [bad word] to the machine 
It's a currency generator 
And then it's a guillotine 
mirror held up to your own behavior 

I'm gonna take my bow 
And disappear into the sound 
I'm leaving my cage on the ground 
When I take my bow 
I want you [bad word] to the ground 
See my feet falling down from the clouds 

When they distinguish your name 
It may extinguish your flame 
I'm gonna take my bow 
And disappear into the sound 
I'm leaving my cage on the ground 
When I take my bow 
I want you [bad word] to the ground 
See my feet falling down from the clouds 

So trade those ashes for a cry